Silenced

Jennifer Paige©1998

This morning’s pigeon run over by a truck

            In a whirlwind of gray and white feathers

She survived,

            Limped away with broken wing as momentous steel-mass

            Continued on, uncaring

My heart reared

            For I knew mine were the only eyes to see it

            And I cried

As I realized

            This town is that truck

            Ever in forward motion

            More worried about the destination

            Than the journey

And I, a pigeon, caught beneath the wheels

            With messages entrusted to me

            Which may never be heard

            With these clipped wings

            And bruised tongue

            Silenced

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