My Little Pigeons
fast
throttling
in a pageantry
of eternal beauty
my little pigeons
perform’ng
a ministry
like some goddesses
of my deep-delv’d niger
come, throttle, dance
like some mbari dancers
smil’ng before this moon
the happy queen
of my clan!
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