Property of Pigeons

Pigeons doze or rouse
Striped crescendos of grey rainbows
A living frieze on a shallow sill of a factory window
Pigeons dive alight
On vertical pieces of civic brick
Whitened with avalanches
As if an angel had been sick

Let us grow
Let us grow
Let us grow
Let us grow
Let us grow
Let us grow

(Whenever there would be any real
Catastrophe that was in the movies or on the air
She would say, "Always look for the helpers
There will always be helpers")
Til' the day I die