My Dear Old Friend

My dear old friend
My dear old friend

My friend,
Who thinks I’m teasing him

Who’s so afraid of being made
A fool — that he behaves as one

Denying what’s surrounding him
That pigeons are doves

For rock doves are doves
Just as dogfish are fish

The pigeon’s a dove
The birds of love

Will flood the planet’s
Cities’ streets

If you feed them
Simple seed

They’ll land, they’re here
The birds of peace

But he won’t see
He shuts his eyes

He just denies
That the pigeon’s a dove

He’s devoted too much
To despising them

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