EXISTENTIALISM

And there pigeon lay
blood dripping off tips of feathers
glazed eyes wounded

A passerby filed passed
an angry little boy kicked
venting rage of a lifetime
stuck in a township flat

The bird rolled forward
onto the railway line
its will to live extinguished
on its tiny heart beat
pumping, pumping half-living
blood

It still breathed
eyelids opened in the blazing Sun
babies long past gone
seeking their own worms
in more fertile soil

Boy mocked with bright
conquering eyes
brown eyes in wonder
at a dull dying will
tried to reach shimmering feathers
throbbing body with long fingers

Then ran off
a woman died with moist eyes
dripping blood

An unnecessary death
she walked home

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