The Mating Game Poem by Not Long Left

Pigeons perform the pantomine of mating
from one damp, dripping ledge to another
showering the inpatient passengers with
shredded feathers and dried waste.

A through train startles the she into submission
a final flapping of the wings before silence.
Directly below two lovers argue
she shouts to him about himself, he grins a sorry look
and gently takes her hand,
she snatches it back before lending it again
at that moment the old man beside them begins
to cough for eterntiy
Girl and boy meet in each others eyes
making sense of the shortness of thier time
they meet with thier mouths.