murder

I see the crows in your paintings
(church steeple crowded, fruit-core born)
and I want to collect them all.

I want a shadow of crows, a silent blanket fort of crows like I used to have when I was younger and didn’t yet understand that black is the blend of colors.

(which makes the rook the most colorful bird of all)

Once I have all of the crows, I will weave them into a cape, drape hood over head, crook one arm, and pretend I am the cousin of death (his father’s side), come riding on a palfrey of patched white, whooping and hollering all the way down.

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  1. I really loved this.

    Especially: Once I have all of the crows, I will weave them into a cape, drape hood over head, crook one arm, and pretend I am the cousin of death (his father’s side), come riding on a palfrey of patched white, whooping and hollering all the way down.

    Ah, sublime.

    Alley M.

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