Jim has a crow that barks like buckshot
and little men duct taped to kazoos as baleful
as a siren on a beached whale’s conscience.
a blue slug addicted to krill or be krill.
That crow has a talon as wide as the world
and a song stripped of hymns like flesh
from a bone of contention.

II

I can’t breathe. but my
last breath
said so.

death and taxis
avoid eye contact
to delete you.

III

growling softly...