My Dream

A familiar bird sings
a plaintive song.
At night I am taken
to a holding pen
brought to I don’t know where,
alive still
dropped in a hole.
A distant train
voicing its call to a
long absent Lord.

Robert A. Davies has published in recent years largely online. He has been writing poems seriously since 1969. He has published Timber, Tracks in Oregon, Melons and Mendelssohn, and Bluff Hollow. He was co-editor of Mr. Cogito for about 20 years. He has recently appeared in Dissident Voice and Windfall He can be reached at: Read other articles by Robert A..