The Red Specked Feathers of A Dove
the thickening of gore
images of tears and cackles
that breathes within your ribs
spreads out its wings and feathers.
and pecked its way out.
you capture the dove in a grapple
its choking cries of fatal struggle
you crush it within your palm with ease,
as the red specked feathers wriggle to calm.
the dove's blood caught fire
as it burst into lilac flames
cracking and licking your arms warmly
and solidified into a phoenix,
nestling gently within your palm,
complete with piercing deep black eyes
and let out a thunderous caw.
in a second,
thousands of hands reach out
and they let out their worn out and black doves;
numb
the dove's nerves to make
themselves a galore of phoenixes.