Crows descry the sky,
desecrate the cyanic,
scrying and crying.
desecrate the cyanic,
scrying and crying.
Swallows, I swear, not
Swifts; but swift—swoop, swivel—whose
scissored silhouettes,
Swifts; but swift—swoop, swivel—whose
scissored silhouettes,
belated, become
a quibble of pipistrelles,
tippling acrobats.
a quibble of pipistrelles,
tippling acrobats.
Who haunts the hill? Lo,
one-note woe: Oh well, twilight
throws in the towel.
one-note woe: Oh well, twilight
throws in the towel.