The Endless Dream of Humanity

Pigeons are really the souls of what were once beggars

in the endless squares of Paris, Venice, or Jerusalem.

They are born with the soul of a beggar

attached to them. 

 

It is stuck beneath their wings.

They cannot fly without it,

and they are never without thought

of food, or sex. In fact they are convinced

they cannot live without that.

 

Flying means next to nothing to them.

They would rather walk and coo, neck and screw,

But most of all they would eat.

That is beyond everything in their world.

 

All I can say is

we are so blessed that pigeons haven't begun

the practice of philosophy or the writing of

poems. With that we could not compete.