Gift of the Autumn Forest

by on October 4, 2019 :: 1 comment

a cub-sized lump
slumps against
dark asphalt

magenta slit
in blue-black fur—
a goner

six crows make
a hexagonal shape
around him

obsidian feathers
like priestly garb
at this fresh altar

birches release
yellow leaves
glitter from a silver sky

falls on land old as myth
blesses the greedy
with death’s largesse

editors note:

This murder brings no conviction except that greed is good. – mh clay

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