Naked in the Field

Naked in the field again-
Copper Doves fly vertically into the sky,
Like so many missiles being launched;
Perhaps they will meet a similarly
Explosive end.
In your nude naiveté you mistake
The Doves, moonlight on their reflective feathers,
For stars, somehow fallen to Earth, now
Returning to their dark, vast home.
You feel alone, at peace.
But no, you are in secret company.
Hidden from you, using your awestruck state
To their advantage, Two men,
Each with their own reason for keeping you,
Creep quietly through the tall grass.

And Somewhere, there exists a city.
In this city, a man- sitting alone in a Library.
But within the man within the Library within the City of Somewhere,
Something else watches you, Naked in the field again.