The Desert’s Killing Fields (a Tanka)

The pigeon’s sudden lift feels like a warning — a fragile life rising above a landscape shaped by pipes, oil, and the killing fields we still feed.


The Desert’s Killing Fields (a Tanka)

The old pigeon flees
From what we cannot perceive
Beneath the earth’s trees
Miles of pipes, full of black gold
The killing fields we still feed






Ivor Steven ©  March 2026

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G'day, and welcome to my blog site. My name is Ivor Steven, I live in Geelong, Australia. I'm an ex-industrial chemist, and a retired plumber, and a former Carer of my wife(Carole), for 30 years, who suffered from severe MS. I Write poetry about those personal thoughts, throughout and beyond my life as a Carer. I've been blogging for over 2 years, and writing poems for 19 years. Of course a lot of my poems are about my favourite subject Carole, but since I've been blogging my writings have become quite varied, humourous, mystical, observational, and even a few monster/horror poems.

19 thoughts on “The Desert’s Killing Fields (a Tanka)”

    1. Ironically, It all started with trying to take a photo of the pigeon, who was on the library window ledge just before our last “Dome Poet’s” meeting … this was the only photo that wasn’t blurred, and from there this Tanka was created … thank you very much for wonderful words, Carolyn 🥰🌏🐶💛☮️

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