Awakened daily by crows
feeding
their avarice
on my lambs.
In steeples
starlings
find refuge
and avoid the perils
and plights
of illegal aliens
and interlocutors.
The bells are silenced
ordinances of peace
for whom?
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like the steeple, lit as it is...
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