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by Joseph Kinnett
Crowns and crows
the goshawk eats wherever it lays its eye
bone-dust becomes familiar
like the words that have been written on the walls
for some several years
torturers on flighty wings
coming from the dark places
now in the lighted places
their fear looks more like anxious waiting
volume 11(6)
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Joseph Kinnett, all rights reserved.
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