The Raven's Ballad

and
there sat the one-eyed raven
drenched
atop
the dead crest of a fallen trunk
claws clenched
piercing
through the decadence
of
a rotting corpse

singing
gory ballads
of
lives

the lives that fed on flesh
the lives that fed on blood and bones
the lives that fed on lives


the dead were washed away in the rains