Fear of Wings

FEAR OF WINGS

the birds bump, bruise, bleed
   swarm the air
      the chill of November
          screams cling to snow

    V  V   V
V    V   V   V

pinned on a clothesline
   dark mourning clothes
       necks turn to stare at stranger
            with sallow face
                 cacophonous wind of wings

V***V***V***V***V***V***V***V***V 

the ravens burn this somber town
      red clings to orange
           gray-black smoke steeple high

V              V          V
V         V        V        V

the crows in control
     of their gangster pavement
           stranger weeds through
                 the darkness that covers the earth
                       bleeding head wrapped in bondage

VVVVVVVV
VVVVVVVV
VVVVVVVV

the birds mock and feel her fear
     she opens the car door
          even when closed in
               she sees their beady eyes
                    hears the wretched entertainment
                         of their caws

V            V
V
VvvvvV

they are still clattering around 
     inside her head
          the dove white limo
               moves away slowly
                    humming a dreadful dirge

                            V
                               V
                                  V
                                     V

8/13/2017
Inspired by Hitchcock’s The Birds

darkfree verse

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