Grackle

By | 1 May 2020

Sun-white
and ravenous,
a parking lot
empties
into a bird’s
eye.

Eyes
white,
the bird,
un-ravened,
empties
its slotted

beak of glottal
stops. I,
empty
and white,
raven
the bird’s

cackle. The bird,
unholiest of the lot,
hides not its ravenous
eyes.
I write
blank

verse in my empty
bird-
brain. In a white
ballet
between ears and eyes
a ravenous

voyeurism raves
until I am empty-
eyed
and bird-
clotted.
Black on white,

a ravenly bird
struts an empty lot
eyes wide.

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