Saturday, November 21, 2020

Previously Published in Ends of the Earth . . .

Tasting Feathers

felled from murders
of crows, I am Raven.
Beast of black.  Imagination's 
carrion.  I devour flock and
flight.  My vision,
crossed caws cruel.  Talons
torture, tearing tendons and beaks.
An amalgamation of claws defines
my throne, still bleeding.
I reign in their dark
echo, as a self-
appointed god.

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