Called dove, the symbol of peace
But perhaps not the trap by which
The dove is caught
Kept in an iron chest
The key is dissolved away
In the stomach of a shark
And peace has been caged
Deported to a place where
Trees bear money instead of fruit
If you dig the soil rises up only blood
People eat flesh
Drink molten gold
This place I hope
in reality does not exist
You might have heard
The hooting of poet Owen’s owl
the symbol of wisdom
I searched frantically
But did not find it
out side of his hotel
People say
It has been, too, dumped
In the trenches
Of the battle field