billyfivecrows

The cannibals wanted Lazarus.

And so did the crows. The reasons

Differed. Here's an opinion: landfall

Of any bird is less than event, but

Something in the flying coal spent

Too much eye finding the cave.

Long-haired lover, they lost. Future

Stigmata crossed their fingers to direct

The dream of flow. Jesus, what did they eat

The ones whose meal you beat to the punch

With resurrection? Objection, your honor, your

Holiness. I regress along with them and sharpen

My teeth into thorns. Do I have a place in heaven?

Along a secret table? Over behind the fable tellers

And the common dwellers of starvation's opportunities?

Bear with me, My Lord. The vegetable of flesh

Wouldn't even notice if you didn't

Gesture to roll the stone

And pray...



improv. 11.22-11.27pm, 23-08-'05