Corvidae

Poem by B.J. Buckley

Winter
sentinel,
charred arm
of sky,
Raven,
blanket me
if I
should die.
 
When from my entrails
you make your choice,
Magpie,
be merciful—
swallow my voice.
 
Crow,
if you love me,
peck out my eyes:
Dark vision dark-winged,
you,
and I.

 

American Arts Quarterly, Fall 2010, Volume 27, Number 4