Pigeon with Broken Foot

We’re not doing well
having, formerly,
free of mar
flown,
landed—
press press
contacting pavement,
slight hustle
quick to
again to
flight.

Now: poverty,
maimed while requiring
strength, as all the time.

The others,
no scathes
chase us,
and they are despicable
fucks
harrowing the damaged
which in the them, latent
too will wreck.