Dead pigeon

There’s a dead pigeon
on the path outside my front gate
and I’m desperate
to write something
to do it justice,
but I can’t.
All I can think about is you
on the side of the road
surrounded by feathers,
the world walking around your body
giving you a wide berth.

© Carl Burkitt 2020

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