of us two white doves
one attacked by a seagull
the other by a crow
and is the pope Aesop
standing in the windowa young boy on one side
a young girl on the other
as if the crow and the gull
were always there waiting
to devour that sweet meat
while the children watch
as if the world had already exploded
leaving us with the gull
to carry us over the water
and the crow to drag us under
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