Two ravens looking down on the battlefield-
'Shall we pluck that lad's eyes? Bit of tripe, too? '
'Why not? Lad won't miss 'em! ' Eyelids peeled
and orbs swallowed in a trice! Lad lying askew
prompts the pair to nudge aside the shield
and go for hearts and lights, tearing through tissue,
bone and gristle to the lad's very core!
Bloody bills hacking chunks of gory meat,
until satiated, they rise - 'No more! '
The ravens ascend with heavy slow wing-beat.
Strong evocative word choice and imagery. Great long line control of phrases with with abab thoughout - something for me to study and learn from.Fine work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a tip of the cap to edgar allan poe? i like the structure again here. reads like a free narrative and yet keeps its shape. i like