Infectious Warbling
Pox pigeon carrier of pestilent tidings,
those carcase messages
kiln blow in the air
like urn ashes
What dour condor news
does thou fading twilight beak bring?
Witching hour hex blues
only the grave vex tomb vulture sing
Let the dirt breathers
allow a woe amplitude of fear
to impregnate their ear
So every womb bereaver
will shed a stillborn tweet tear
Haughty hope gasp dies
in the darkness of pre-dawn
As cryo crows of the nether voyage
carrion wave crypt cries,
from broken vial eyes,
of next-gen passenger pawns
Hear the infectious warbling,
a decaying flesh sound
of ill vibrations
O howl
the boo ravens abound
Void sickly the caw noise sing
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2020
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