With Murder As Its Name
One day I was a witness to a Murder,
a gang of crows devouring blood remains
of roadkill that some car had torn asunder.
A flock of crows, with Murder as its name.
For moments I observed these ten or twenty
freely pecking nature’s sides with inhumane
encircling feast of scavengers with plenty.
A flock of crows, with Murder as its name.
In contrast to the gray and sullen, rainy sky,
I wondered who for this death was to blame?
a driver in a car speeding carelessly by
or a flock of crows with Murder as its name.
10/1/2022
A BRIAN STRAND PREMIERE CHOICE Poetry Contest
Copyright © Janis Medders Tobechi | Year Posted 2022
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