Crow

Today I am a crow.

onyx quills and hollow bones

beady eyes glistening in feral sockets

flashing from fetid heap to heap

a garbage grabber

reveling in rubbish

wrestling with the necrotic

Perhaps this is the reason for the schism within.

an instinctual confusion

trapped between species

limited by log-like limbs

stuck in the wrong bag of skin

quick wits bound and bogged

in brains too big and broken by

Trying to comprehend all this.

bewildered I flutter,  fighting

the desire to land on things long dead

to digest the rotten as though

it might power a flight

into the heart of a shining flock

above these dark thoughts

Imprisoned in my monkey mind.

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HS 10.14.2016

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