Crow Calls
fourteen hundred children woke up and died
the squatting crows watched and waited
soon the many feet stopped stamping
stopped running
a cold clacking caw went up
black wings flew then hopped
amongst the burnt and disfigured
the guns stopped spitting
women came and went
their screams scattered the crows
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