Outside the hotel window, unenlightened pigeons
weave and dive like Stukas on their prey,
apparently some tiny insect brother.
is considered a proper goal for human beings.)
If one of the pigeons should fly into the illusion
of my window and survive (the body is no illusion
when it’s hurt) he could be taken across town to the bird-
hospital where Jains, skilled medical men,
repair the feathery sick and broken victims.
There, in reproof of violence
and of nothing else, live Mahavira’s brothers and sisters.
To this small, gentle order of monks and nuns
it is bright Vishnu and dark Shiva who are illusion.
They trust in faith, cognition and non-violence
to release them from rebirth. They think that birds
and animals—like us, some predators, some prey—
should be ministered to no less than men and women.
The Jains who deal with creatures (and with laymen)
wear white, while their more enterprising hermit brothers
walk naked and are called the sky-clad. Jains pray
to no deity, human kindness being their sole illusion.
Mahvira and those twenty-three other airy cratures
who turned to saints with him, preached the doctrine of ahimsa,
which in our belligerent tongue becomes non-violence.
It’s not a doctrine congenial to snarers and poultrymen,
who every day bring to market maimed pheasants.
Numbers of these are bought in by the Jain brothers
and brought, to grow back wing-tips and illusions,
to one of the hospitals scouring such small quarry.
When strong and feathered again, the lucky victims
get reborn on Sunday mornings to the world’s violence,
released from the roofs of these temples to illusion.
It is hard for a westerner to speak about men and women
like these, who call the birds of the air brothers.
We recall the embarrassed fanfare for Francis and his flock.
We’re poor forked sky-clad things ourselves
and God knows pretty to illusion---e.g., I claim these brothers
and sisters in
I'm traveling this week (spring break), so this may not be updated every day if I can't get to a computer to do so. Hopefully one of my friends will agree to post this for me so you don't miss your daily dose of poetry, but I haven't asked her yet. Have a great week.