Paloma
A nervous newborn with a maiden’s blush
Seemingly too tame to bite
Yet every move calculated with predatory grace
You are an assassin waiting to strike
Keen as the edge of a razor
Solace as sharp as a blade
A perilous dove carrying a grenade
Adorned in glory, you were a regal crown
Now transformed into a dagger and a spade
Like the mountain reaching for the sun’s embrace
You tear holes into soft silk skies
Mercilessly flung across the haunting horizon
Screeching your belligerent battle cry
Copyright © Shiraz Bautista | Year Posted 2023
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