Wednesday, 20 April 2016



we seek to cover the sun today

wreak havoc in thermals rising,

we are rook and you are not,

we choose the shadow under our wings.

we are gathering under a harvest moon

we break the back of bird song,

our barks bite deeper than the black crake,

our brotherhood mobs the eagle and the gods.

you are not fit to share our carrion,

our black thorn crowns of  lofty nests,

our beaded eyes as bright as elderberry,

our ragged squadrons draped in night.

we seek to outnumber the daybreak

clatter it to earth with choral empires,

the book of rook is written in the leaves

and cannot be undone by gull or crow.

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