Feathers

Pleasant not the dark and violent heart The vision of a crow’s bill a part of hope flying with majestic glossy wings Dark homes nestled in high towers of branches While we scuttle below, traffic jams of cultural ranks Packets of crisps cans of coke taken up high enjoyed, Reconciled with nature and the absolute Murder of crow's blacken wings These are my sanity in concrete landscapes Pluck a feather from the poverty and hold up high in defiance