War Poet.ca - A CFAP Project by Suzanne Steele

lazarus 47

while you slept the mountain ash
tap tap tapped my window glass

a thousand miles away a woman
peck peck pecked at a cell phone

desperate as the weakest crow
the last of the murder she

stripped the full bright berries
bloodied the best of our Rowan tree.

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