Revolt of the Crow
by Chrissy Engstrom
The sound so slight
of black wings
against black sky
invisible flutter
and then...They're upon her...
hundreds of them
from all directions
invisible beasts of
the night
rape her of her fruitWide eyes blind
to the attack.
It's feeding time
in the garden of
eden...
and then...
they're gone
the whole lot of
them...
gone.
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