Shiftless, sifting the air, 
Plunging gyrations, 
Crow speak
Hackle, hacking; 
Speckles the sky.

Saw the air whittle to smoke,
Black mar in the weir of wings
And mankind muddled in the wraith, 
Slowly streams a bread trail
Forth and back;
Black bleeding.

I see your claw tracks, 
Dark-digging-sparkle 
Plain in the muck, 
Needles threading,
A trail of stars.