Posts Tagged ‘corvid’

Morning Commute




Red carcass beside the road,

the thin ribs like white staffs

and the black birds

that flitter around them

like staccato notes

escaped from the score—


if you listen for a death song

all you’ll hear

is the shiny caw of good fortune,

the sound of your own

hungry wheels humming by.


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