The walkway's
armour-plated glass
looks down onto graphite-grey
square tables
skewed to look like diamonds,
where a pigeon, graphite grey
struts among
vermilion chairs,
head nodding,
an automaton,
a purposeful, plump
concierge
with sailor's gait
and pigeonly aplomb.
Above, I nurse
my pigeon breast,
white flesh with a small
pink beak,
innocent and unsuspecting
of the drama it will face
on centre stage, behind
hermetic doors and stainless
theatre walls...
Surgical
© Copyright: Jena Woodhouse, 2010
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