Long con with the crows
murmur assent, harmony of
Kakaw
Flutter of wings and feathers
Swirling, amassed.
Beedy eye,
Unblinking focus
Still below the neck
One gentle reminder/fragile form
A grip and simple twist,
Crumbles in on itself
Lays barren
Gone over twice
Deprived of value
Denied the feast of the many.
Line of vision
Unobstructed in miles
Down the road
Power lines hum
Kakaw
Flutter again
Come in the hour of need
A great and plentiful
Table for none
Is waiting
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