Fear Fallow

a wide bird, long
beak, big breadth
speaks
a simple term,
calling,
“peace.”
Bring me peace,
the bird pled,
stamping its
talon through
ash, wading
its wings through
fire as night
unexpectedly fell.
Leicester Square.
Piccadilly Circus.
The National Gallery.
What use is it to worry?
Come in,
have a drink.