Last House On The Left Such Things Happen
There they lay dead together
Two pigeons in the park in December
Necks ruffled feathers a flurry
Tattered wings blanketed across the concrete
As sudden as thunder, a dog barks
The pigeon hangs limp between its teeth
Its eyes fixated upon me
I know it's my Mary's stare
I hear it cry out to me
WHY AM I STILL BREATHING?!?
