I was reading someones story on this site ans there was a line where the character asks himself "where do pigeons go when they die" - I never found out if the character found an answer, but it made me think of this. So if you recognize your line-I hope you don't mind!

"where do pigeons go when they die?"

they're turning

round-spinning full


up–splat against

concrete behind sky

overtime build-up

of fozzilied bones

-make molds

forming wings

for angels


these long-ages

The End

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