Crow
J V Birch
the black gloss
of his coat flashes
iridescent blue
his eyes are
bottomless knots
of things he can’t
unsee and in
his mouth a tangle
of sound unravels
when he calls
J V Birch
the black gloss
of his coat flashes
iridescent blue
his eyes are
bottomless knots
of things he can’t
unsee and in
his mouth a tangle
of sound unravels
when he calls