valley of rubies (take 1)

50,000 pigeons flapping their wings in the street:
“do, you, hear, do, you, hear”
these whispers
over borders?



red robes wrapped tight across their breasts
harden,
and squeeze curtained blood
like diamonds.



broom through the street
and sweep away
these pigeon doves,
who whisper,
“they, don't, hear, they, can't, hear”