In cold darkness
calling from tree to tree
Laughing at
our foolish dreams
Crooning love
in a long lost key
Feathers at once
oil slick and trickster
Switchblade beaks
and talons like fish hooks
Eyes of blown glass
tricked out in starlight
Eyes like deep space
deeper than mothernight
Like anthracite coal
like hard carbon steel
Shaped by hammers
and grinding wheels
Like blind caves
where no sun enters
Like stone faces
in the depths of a harbor
Like dredged up
muck from down
In the bedrock
like fourteen men
Lying trapped
underground
For 35 days
with only the sounds
Of each other breathing
each other dying
Like the mourners
leaving in their
Long black cars
that’s how dark
the crow’s eyes are
Summer
2013
