2104: Blood

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Under St Margaret’s high eaves
rooks gather in lustrous cloaks
to confer – a parliament of auld
cronies consider their choices –
scent of roadkill strikes – Death
has scattered blood – olfactory
glands gather their dead – they
cry out – open up – caw-ripping
at sweet gusts – Christ nailed to
a cross – hung – slow-killing of a
man – they eye sculpted drips &
sip on cups of dripping mass – a
shadow of three dark denials in
formation as a trio of vile rooks
gather over a body upon a road
to dismantle car-struck entrails

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