Like a geek, a fancy of being blacklisted
as they create the fluky of the flight
as they target silos, higher heaven of eaves
how they catch sight of daystar
Ravens, the recent craze
the role-model
“Cageless”
among chicks
You do witchcraft of how they plummet
blackly below an aerial earth
if at night, a black hole by your window
and the dread of their perforated larynx
after dawn, your ancient aunt
she has her fiends cawing against balcony
jetting up through eventful time
badly ravenous
many innuendos in recent days
many feel them rave too
see them apply even obsidian gloss
and turn you a story
by their fiery nonchalance
