Black raven,
tired of the day,
used his beak to crack—
to break the surface
of setting sun.

He took a bite
from ticking time
with no remorse,
ripped and tore its flesh,
tongue thrusting.

Threw his head back,
swallowed every bite,
savored every minute
passing down
his esophagus—

Filled his crop
for contemplation
later, as for today
he’d seen enough
human cruelty.

Colorful land
once glowing rich
And savory sweet
Now wastes
Away

Greed and deceit
leave their bitter taste—
Perhaps in time
Raven reconsiders;
rebirths the light.

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