The Humble Rock Dove

No one’s thought or felt the reverberations,
With more guilt or clarity than mine,
Of how I listened to my own pre-birth lessons on this,
Let them shape me over time.

I knew when I took your gift,
(The one you’d rather I stole),
It was enough to light my head,
Like a dry piece of coal.

I cant live off the eros you rely on,
The spirit of truth, our secret, sacred code,
I will never tell in full,
Because how could I?
Because as its nature shows,
It’s less than useful to men,
Than garbage is to crows.

The potential for fire,
Be you, in your wrath,
Shaped as circular tsunami,
The potential for me to burn with vengeance,
Too real to me, the potential,
I hope you can see, for my blind, just, damage.

All it took for me to lock,
Your central mouth device,
Was this:

A little purposeful inaccuracy,
The others exploiting things we only know,
A little dash of sensed betrayal,
A flame that took only a gentle wind to blow,
The rawness of the place from where I gave you,
The heart, and, all too close,
Your nature, Unmistakable.

Forever,
I hope you find a home where you are happy.