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Poetry of ravens

The raven gossips,
your body is fermenting,
—calls to his brother
decorates your soul with an empty stomach

Predatory culture snips the lines of order
keeping the duo dancing to the tune of lament
One misstep and the eagle will lay claim to what the ravens have pilfered
In the folds, they have versions of dissection
They’ll strip a clean bowel for you
while choking on your quiver

Preachers can’t teach the scavengers about scurry.
Or about fury and wingspan.
About enrol over dole—
throwing poise of idyllic guard into discern

Puts quill to parchment
Jots the depths of nourish with a dark pen,
where the poetry of ravens
falls into the ocean of mixed sewage
’neath the waves with the bottom feeders
 
The brothers are the custodians of this parlour.
The hammers of indulge and deploy.
They are the books that sculpt the grey matter.
The jewels that crease the fescue.

They redden in the cheekbones.
Soil on the feathers.
Spoils of the weather.
Back in the outlands, in some dusky ditch
where they ward off the eagle with superfluous crowing

Melancholy is a serenade beneath the skin where the ravens bloom.
No going back on your disjointed beak,
blunted talons,
the drizzle of wisdom enlisting mixed pace—
Until you are gorged on
bloated,
greying
The requiem of a shrewd sibling and his proctor

Bend the willows to let the breeze in,
there’s a matter of thrill over thrive.  
They can’t combine a murder;
they stopped calling seven moments ago

In this bleak and everything catastrophe,
crimson rivers are gelatinous

The sun faints the eagle who circles,
keeping a staunch eye on the pruned provisions
he splays his fingers tilted downwards
like a missile, unspent
lowered and leavened

In the cross-section of the muse,
the brothers choke down the marrow
the gritty nectar nudging through the bone,
amidst the firing line of a bruised companion

The eagle is the child slinking
before the spades fell—
punishing him to sift through the slim pickings

With everything left unrepairable,
the eagle is left with less
than no quest at all
Written by Everavalon
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