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Pidjin

by Eytan Messiah

A pigeon flew to here from France.
Tied to its foot was a romanceless
novel written all in Sanskrit, dipped
in wax incase by chance it slipped
in flight.
Instead its weight had brought it down from such a height
to my front step
from France.
The bird was eaten up by ants.

from the album 'bowerbird'