Deceased Mourning Dove

Shoot me and destroy my chest ,
without giving  even a second thought;
Wait and watch , until I die .

After you see an intense vermillion patch
passionately spreading over my stainless shirt ,
you might like to carve on the forehead
of my carcass-
"Deceased Mourning Dove"

Rest  assured that,
by taking my life , you won't invite the scourge of God.

To let you know,
Since the prehistoric ages my life has always been
valued by the metallic cartridges ,
not by the currencies you deal with.

Tremored, taken aback ,
Since time immemorial I have remained the same ;
speechless forever,
in the ancient, prescribed way.

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

This is a societal piece...one that sheds a strong light upon the world as we know it. I like the metaphorical nature of this one, and the way that you have said so much by saying so little. The imagery is great, and the message speaks for itself. I particularly liked the second to last stanza...very strong.

[Anand Sehgal]

Glad to receive your review. Now I am into an introspection mode..:)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we had hope for it once, idealists we were back then..peace and love...the movement..

but it is deceased and the dove will not rise again...

good poem.

jacob

[Anand Sehgal]

Thanks so much Jacob. I enjoy your poems very much . Terse and full of content

[Lydia Shutter]

In the late sixties and early seventies, there were flower children and hippies....I was one of them. We wanted peace for the world. We had sit ins and marches and it seems to me the world learned nothing. Your metaphor is great here. Doves.....the symbols of peace.....do they have a voice? It would seem not. Wonderful write. Lydi**

[Anand Sehgal]

I would like to know more about your times. Please do share with us . Were you a part of Hippie movement?

[Lydia Shutter]

When I graduated from High School in 1971, I wore my white graduation robe with a black arm band on the sleeve....to protest the Vietnam War. I was in many anti-war sit-ins much to the chagrin of my parents. Yes, I was a flower child, no doubt about it.

[Anand Sehgal]

You are an experienced protagonist indeed :)

[Lydia Shutter]

With the wrinkles and gray hair to prove it! :)

[Anand Sehgal]

ha ha ha :D

[Sheila Kline]

Peace shall forever be peace!! It is immortal and perhaps one day man shall understand it holds so much more power than war!
Thank you for reminding me of the ancient ways of it!

[Anand Sehgal]

Yes, that leaves you with less venom, and less enemies

[TrimarcoRansome]

I got the feeling of battle fields, war. Peace is so close in concept yet taken so easily, an emotive poem!

[Anand Sehgal]

thanks a lot, I am glad that you caught the spirit of conflict