When the Lexus hit that pigeon, he lay there
beating his one good wing against the curb
like he was trying to put out a fire.
My wife asked me to do something, so I
turned his head clockwise until I heard
a click. Then darkness poured out
of the small safe of his body.
That is when I realized I used to
merely love my wife.
Now I would kill for her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
OK! Three brilliant pieces of yours I have now read so I found it necessary to hit that favorite poet button! Your writing is amazing. Little stories conveyed through poetry! Nothing more to say except WOW!