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"... brevity is the soul of wit ..."
- William Shakespeare

Stephen M. Dickey


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TACITURN, HIEROGLYPHIC CROWS
dodge traffic for morsels of carrion.
The blankness of their look is clarion,
pitch-black their mark on dirty snows.

Their gaping beaks rend pale blue sky
and they perch high up off the ground,
scanning a woodland lost-and-found
where sundry creatures stop and die.

Lured away by some unheard call,
they flap off slowly, and one might
wonder: do omens black as night
read their own shadows where they fall?