Death Call of Crows

Black crows ceased listening

to songs without truth,

which hung for too long

on clothesline of despair

beyond feathered reach,

hidden among bruises

of empty caws.

Death rattle stilled

crows’ faltering hearts

on barren branches.

Penetrating dagger

slew hollow bony chest

as they moaned

and stared

at bottomless destiny.

Beaks grabbed fistfuls of

shattered pieces

and ran parallel

to lightning strikes

beyond dark grasp.

Birds broke

empty death silence

to be heard

above the call

of dying mates.

Tears glistened

on stitched faces

as crows turned backs

on tainted life,

fleeing toward

refuge of

harboring moon.

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