Pigeon Pigeon As the planks of wood fall from my feet I am drifting- This is no ordinary tower It is mine as long as I am hereThe asbestos and lead, the sulfurit is in the air,this air,this air is collecting like pigeonscollecting in my lunges like dust on a windowsilllike pigeons, pigeon pigeon why are you so sad?I see the red in your eye like the fatherof children playingoh pigeon pigeondidn't you see them, the air is thin so that I can not breathe how I hate you mankind has moved my lungs into positionmankind has stopped my breathing I suppose I don't have the skill to understand you, pigeon,or this placeyou
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