Murders sweep neighbourhoods.
Feathered obsidian passing across
skylines silvery as sterling statues
rusting into sunsets,
auburn as feathers crowning roosters.
Crows glide,
landing in verdant knolls
Sometimes soaring through the
Stone-cold slate sky
They yearn for ground
where malachite mates
and fornicates with calcite
marking and tallying inky remains.
Drops of down blotting and bloating.
Chrome copulates with cobalt
to form the centre of the prism,
arching and bridging
the migration spot
of these black birds.
Crossing conformed condos.
Blasting through mid-air
in an attempt to make up ground
within a Gothic paradise.
