Dove Makes a Home Visit

Dove, glid
over feathers

“crow, you, mess
made a mess
no you’ll make things worse
don’t speak

eat your worms
I’ll later, with the nurse
she wasn’t happy. last time

crow what will we do with you

its okay look at me
aaaah
don’t pick your scabs
aaaaah

back soon
back soon i know
i know
bye”

then with a sigh, she heads next door
where a god lies sleeping
in a dusty armchair.