in the little stamp square i see a carrier pigeon
who has a letter in his mouth for me.
the mail person at the post office window explains
this is the "extinct animal series." all the stamps today
are macabre. the last booklet he showed me
was of gravestones & the one before that,
pictures of famous killers. the killers wink
when you shifted the letter in the light. i guess no one
has time anymore for letters anyway. i mostly
look in my mailbox for god. i settle on the animals
in the hopes this pigeon letter is something good.
in my car, i ask to see it & the bird swallows it whole.