• Carly Feinman

Day 53- 11.8.20


The pigeon's chest cavity

was split like a grapefruit

when I found it there

on the side of the road

in the shade of a redwood.

Worse even, its head was

nowhere to be found.

No beak, no eyes, no little scalp

and no remnants of them either.

It was clean yet--the scene.

Apart from the hole in its chest,

there was no blood nor signs of

distress, no feathers strewn from a fight

nor proof of a devastating crash.

It was as if this open, headless pigeon

had been placed at the scene, rather than

having experienced catastrophe there.

It was curious and strange and

left me feeling numb

in a new corner of my mind.


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