Corvidae and NightWhere prime time meets dusk Between the budding ash And the telephone lines That confound its growth with taut linearity In the bright backlit spaces A murder of crows plays CSI Main Street And preens in shiny boasts Of that new nest with a view A glitter of silvered plastic, mantooth-torn A lingering taste of potato chips and salt And the stink of after-school boys.Corvidae and Night
