Feasting Crows


 

Feasting Crows

Crows mingle where the vegetation’s scarce.
They group above eroded garbage dump.
The stench of blackened roots; the land is fierce.
What god has given them such place to romp ?

The rain revisits some eroded squash
and fermentation stinks to heaven, high!
Excitement in the black and flashing wash
of wing and orange beak; then stymied cry!

Oh, death’s a celebration they conceive
as cells are woven; broken down to one.
They gather strength and grovel to relieve
their earth’s corrosive treasure in the sun.

They fly above their desolate desire;
above the filthy fumes; the smoking pyre.

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2 Comments on “Feasting Crows”

  1. brenda w
    August 1, 2013 at 7:10 pm #

    A sonnet with crows. The final couplet is a perfect ending to the trash feast. I really like
    “as cells are woven; broken down to one.” Nicely done!

    Like

  2. jacquelinecaseypoetry
    August 1, 2013 at 9:43 pm #

    Thanks, Brenda! Enjoy reading your blog.

    Like

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