crow

caw caw

your words caw through this room

as crows,
shards of the night 
scratching & flapping
back to the daybreak
of shatter.

we bleed now,
crowbeaks lodged
deeply inside our black comfort.

your language of cascade begins
your everything named and known

A torrent of order!
An approaching march of drums!

caw caw

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