Workers like pigeons pecking blindly stab for morsels in the marketplace. Bread crumbs bear no fruit for beady blind eyes on bobbing heads clawing at brick and mortar.
Author: Nick Saba
I'm a writer who practices ultrasound. Poetry is my passion, and Irony is my best friend. On my free time I take pictures of people's organs to help radiologists make diagnoses.
The Bird's Song 