Nestled in those holes above,
I am a lovely dappled dove.
They keep me for my eggs and flesh
but not for any certain love.

One day when my nest lay bare,
a hand removed me from my lair.
I died that day and left this world
and now they see me everywhere.

I represent all who fell,
those too good to drop to hell,
whose souls are now set on avenging
the hands that did not treat them well.

Claire Juno, © 2012