A Murder Of Crows

The Crows Huddle
Together
When the Sand blows
and the Glass Cyclone
Hits
The Murdered
And the Murder
Of
Crows

And as Shrills
And Diamonds Crow
In the
Beak
And
Sparkle
In
their
Eye

But Which Murdered Crow
Does The Murder Conceal Inside

Not One Crow
Dare take flight
From the Murder
Site

And Ride
The Glass Cyclone
All Day and
All Night

And When the Crimson
Dawn
Has
Soaked
Up the Blood
Behind
The Murder

The Murder
Does Vanish
As Does the Murdered

And they
Fly away as
Crows Do

And it Was as if
Nothing
Had occurred
on The Murder Site
Without the Murdered
Without its Day
And without Its Night