Compare the woodpigeon to a street pigeon
There couldn’t be amongst equal’s two more apart
Ones dignified, as if by religion
Chosen; and then given a full head start.
The stark other has an easy life of beggary
Is feckless and lame, has no home to name
Class divided, stands alone arbitrary,
In large grey numbers, mocking all the selfsame.
These are the choices I’m afraid we too must make
Sadly; feeble as they that circle our feet:
They, that mirror that hollow heaven’s sake
Can’t hope to be as those whose, souls are replete.
Why do these faithless hordes make out so poorly?
And why do they who’ve belief; do so esprit?
Comments
skinner_jennifer | January 29, 2011 - 11:29
Hi Mark Heathcote,
I like this poem, we get loads of street pigeons
and wood pigeons in our garden, because I feed
them every day, as soon as I started reading this
poem, I knew exactly what you meant.
Thanks for the read.
Jenny.