The Crow

By Hollis Druhet

Justice contracts, ebbs and recedes in wake
of a tar-feathered crow. grease slicked, its attempts
to take flight are hampered as if by broken
wingtip – its violent talons are cut on sandstone
and fireclay. descendant of Beelzebub
with abalone sight, malignant and desiring…
its shrill speech communicates lustful claims
for grisly pounds of flesh and liver to peck at.

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