Crow
A quiet army of concrete apartments sleep.
The golden streetlights over metal hooks remain vigilant, hanging like drops of dew.
A murder of murderers.
A murder of murderers on the hunt.
The eyes of the crows smolder with light.
a
sound
a crow's deep monotonous laughter.
The rough concrete of the buildings gives a weak smile.
they mock you. they caw out loud all of your shortcomings before
rising slowly in the air from a distance,
freezing in midair,
and coming down faster than rain
the winged arrows of war.
the moon is shoved out of the sky...
A quiet army of concrete apartments sleep,
collapsed and exhausted.
another murder of crows.
another murder.
the winged arrows of war.
the winged arrows of reality.
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