Roost on that phone pole.
Call after me.
Caw your shrill tone.
Bait me with your murder.
Bones rattled scared,
a sacred prayer.
Remiss to true love,
a stumble in a stupor.
I can laugh again, now.
A smile amid the torture.
It all ties in,
in the end.
Right and full circle,
the crows watch.
Feeding on the kill left behind...
The precious now ashes..
The fragile now food...
Eat...