Mad Condescension

10 July 2021 Saturday Poetry Prompt: the crows talk too

J.D. Harms
Jul 10, 2021 · 3 min read
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but they ran out of shells before they ran out of crows
and the crows came back and walked around the pellets and
stuck out their tongues
and mourned their dead and elected new leaders
and then all at once flew home to fuck to fill the gap. — Bukowski