Joey Cloudy online

Bird Flew

for Robert Trammell

silent as sentient shade a colossal crow wheels

golden eye over Mecca and drops

something it has stolen from its beak

sometimes when I walk down

the Lakewood’s sloping sidewalks I see

your reincarnated corpse skin shriveled

as a shaved scrotum ants crawling over unblinking

eye and I stand here looking down on you

looking up into a wind who hides

behind a cloudless sky this sun light feels

cold on my skin while noon looks a lunar

eclipse and avian shadows challenge our resolve.