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Look to the sky


A pigeon with a round red foot
flusters with purpose onto the Underground carriage
and sets her feathers
before pecking the rivets around my feet.

Quite quiet, and off again at Edgware Rd.

Seven weeks from Berlin to Wolfsschanze,
to the Führer’s bunker,
I carried five pigeons on my back
in a wooden frame.

Their continuous low noise was comforting
and it was sad to send them off
without knowing if they would head to where
they knew home was,

or follow a memory of me
that had got into their blood so strongly
that their children’s children
would turn up dumb at my feet.