The Humble Rock Dove

Out there, one,
Three,
A million, oh,
Back to the thick resistance,
The unflinching violent calm of always,
Always, always, to and fro,
Going to places only we know,
A box a box a bulletproof box,
Unleash the loaded anchor down,
We pitch words up and so they sing,
And ring down heavy, blowing winds,
They see us through as we seal the feeling,
And disconnect the reasons for doing,
Well, just about
Anything.