Friday 28 June 2013

CROW BAG


morning is grey and muggy
the sky a clinging old blanket
rough
itchy
sweaty

the road smashed crow is flat
flush with the black top

wing
and
two feathers point up and wave in the traffic breeze
like an indian headdress

but

in the cool grey pm
the sky like a dishrag dripping dirty water
its
a black refuse sack blowing in exhaust gusts
stuck to
the
tarmac
by miserable adhesive waste

but
then

the next morning
sky like gym socks
heavy with the funk of use
i can see the twisted talons
and
a
smashed flash
of
yellow
beak
again


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