When I see the birds
Who are all the same
I see that eternity
Is a repeating game
I see the wall-painting
In ruined Pompeii
In it is a pigeon
Same as today
We humans we think
It is all where we go
We bound up in our ‘I’
But that is just ego
For the truth of it all
Perhaps you will see
In a Minoan Frieze
There goes you and me
The game is the same
For us for the birds
Except
their song is forever
We die in our words