Parliament  Of Rooks

He stood  
central  
paces the gallery  
gathering  
a parliament of rooks  
 
Broach  
 
tentative drips  
dangle from his tongue  
fluttering fumbles  
that begin  
where red streaks  
crack the wide staring eye  
 
void  
of whistling wind  
still  
lies the folded leaf  
as black shrouds  
en-masse  
prod for parable  
Nay not a minute more be spare  
tithe  
time to fractured mind  
 
weight  
he pleas, clicking repeat of circled stride  
his sticks jutting to and fro  
feathers folded back  
then opened wide expressive  
 
" We have beat the drumming sky, dove over lighted spikes, to where wild winds were left; far from us; away back there."  
"Here where the gray still stand by our side,  you have just and proper numbers; where I  propose, humbled and hobbled;  what should keep air to my wings  
Left footers, right, praise to the same yet I circle the earth.  
Knowing what I've bled to be equal and same.  
Co-dependent marks, molt the feathers once glisten ; yet I have fed equal every open mouth with earthen stability we now stand upon.  
was our life spent forever at the edge of a cliff, only to wait for eventual landslide?  
We are ring, we are league; salt that mixed in our food".  
 
" Now what was fruit has dried and I am starved, stuck in refusal to desert life nor partial  tundra that barely gives.  
Yes the flock may survive, but I am dying in the wind of mercilessness.  
Were I never borne true as you?"  
 
Shudder  
 
gloom thick  
they rail in  
one to one from a thousand  
as I tear in half  
by hole after hole  
so many come  
 
murder by crows...  
 
 
Dying  
so many times and honestly  
the spire to heaven  
still fixed by the last gleam  
that colors my grayed out eyes...  
dissected sections  
of my soul  
cry out  
in whole  
belief  
 
 
 
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