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POEM

Caw Crow Caw

By James Petcoff



Caw crow caw
Peck away my heart
A carrion thing
Dead and rotting
Of no use to me
May you find sustenance
Pick it apart
Caw crow caw

In the dawn of a mid-winters day
I know food is scarce
And nourishment eludes you
Eat it!
Make it disappear
I will be the better for it
Caw crow caw

A murder of your brethren
Descend to the branches
Of the bare trees surrounding my soul
Settling in for the feast
Gorge on it!  Choke on it!
Caw crow caw


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