Friday, June 15, 2012

With The Pity Of Ravens


When she

reveals her-

self in all of

her sad

and naked

glory, it's

difficult to

resist suck-

ing at the

swollen teat

of Misery



the first

taste of

a wretched

intimacy


as disillusion-

ment surges,

hardening

in the face

of pale dawn

an incidental

voyeur slipping

past the blind

venetians



who ask if

they should

even care

whether

the sun is

rising or

setting



while poverty

dark-winged

is closing in



and outside

the window

of a squalid

bedroom

a ravening

wind cries



with the pity

of ravens.


--Jack T. Marlowe


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