a conclave of crows
alighting on crossed wires
ca-co-phon-ic
caw...caw...caw...
carrion chattering
on the party-line
roadkill in season
ruptured organs
sinews, bone
putrid bodies
on the pavement
the rusty musk of blood
drying on the asphalt
murder on the menu
black birds blot the sunrise
turn cartwheels in the blue
against the fading disk
of the morning moon
