Odious. Heinous. Atrocious.
Murder of Crows
I remember it clearlyWhen they gave us the newsThat you hadn’t much longer to live.
With trembling hands We re-lit the flame
Masr,you are a scientist.In your laboratoriesyou pull apart the cadaversof womenstudying each of our internal organsscryingfor the sourceof both our deliriumand our defiance.
Night sky still,stars glowing.
White mist risesfrom cold lips asfrankincense fire dances.