The Pigeon Man of Lincoln Square (a eulogy) by David (Buddha 309 )Hargarten

The lights are dim in Lincoln Square
the shops all clothed in black
pigeons on the wing
fly at half mast
        flags don't pay attention to this kind of royalty
the King of Birds has passed

he sat motionless
providing comfort to his people
cooing and calling each by name
        and the passerby found him quaint but crazy
we are lessened by his passing and his mockery of fame

Bird man
Pigeon King
tell me a story
        tell me one you've heard on the wing
        the ones on the winds of fate and feathers
        tell you their secrets because
        you like how they sing

The lord of oil slick neck ties
keeper of the promised land
        all the pigeons hang their heads
the wires are barren today
The god of the pigeons is dead