Crow Poem

© 2001 Abraham R. Nox
All rights reserved.

I

Oh, I love eating crow,
The caw sticks in my craw,
And those oily-dark feathers
Wing-beating my ego!
Only spare me its eyes,
Glinting and delirious.
Its mocking reproaches.
Swallow slow, swallow slow.

II

Oh, I love eating crow.
I surely must. Thank you
Our Avian Father for my just
And daily crow. Crow soup,
Crow Salad, Crow a la mode,
Crow on the half-shell and
The ever delectable
T-bone Crow.

III

Bon Appetit, Bird Master
Black and visible Defeat.
I'm gaggin' you down,
While you're eating me alive. Eat,
Eat: Every loss, insult, failure
Humiliated Love, abandoned hope
You choked into your unholy throat
Grovels in my guts like a Slave.

IV

Affixed upon the high, craggy
Peak of my jagged agony
You plant your nest, Corvus.
Out, out, out, and out
Of that twig and bramble church
Your birth-wet offspring turn
And lurch, offering to feed me.
The Second Generation Crow.

V

Raucous caller, Claw-server,
I'm caged and eating bird food.
Rancid river mice and
Slug, snail, snake, car-kill.
Between Crater And Virgo
The pit and the unattainable Pride,
Your shrieks are aural stars,
I lick their brilliant shame, ergo—

VI

I will be damned by Crow.
I will glutton Crow.
I will absorb Crow.
I will emerge Crow.
I will screaming flock with Crow.
Beat air and consequence like Crow.
Deep Know Crow.
Kill stealth like Crow.

VII

And I will perch upon your beak,
And peck your tricky tongue.
I'll bite your heart, Bird, for your evil truth.
Make you eat my Crow.

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