in buen retiro park six schoolboys
chase a snow white dove tame & fat
like all park doves she flies

only enough to stay just out of reach
they had chosen the quickest path 
to the other side where lunch waits 

but now lured by bait set in a trap 
of their own making they wander 
off into the woods as they laugh out

don’t step on the holy spirit
that would be the great blasphemy
& they laugh laugh the laughter 

of boys unsure if the game
they play is childish nonsense
or deadliest game they’ve yet divised