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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.




Copyright © | Year Posted 2019




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