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crow head

crow head

crow head

eating

crow head

while sprouting

feathers

someone’s

throwing stones

down the wall

asking

for the well

and I

could have sworn

my crow head

cried

why do you

destroy me

with its eyes

spinning

floating in water

caustic brick

for winter

little nest

little time

little time

I asked not

to have my ribbons

caught underfoot

before the parade

but

I was

spun so tight

I’ve billed the sand

for its time

pled for years

a new body

thick stock

at least

some clay

to damn

or sculpt

in midnight

spun out

but not spun

spun out