Crows feast their eyes
on him.
They smell death.
His thin body is curled into a fist
...
These are strange days.
Outside my window
a laburnum is in bloom
...
They hold you tight.
friends, family
friends of family
smiling grocers
...
In the end
it gets you.
sucks you into its formless
eternity
...
the city paws
at you.
Under the sheath
of darkness
...
in his large eyes
an eclipse
has already begun.
for a brief
...