O, a long winter
watching the crows
ballet dancers
on the wind
O, out the window
only place she goes
carried safely
on their wings
but they won’t share their secrets
shred all the evidence
they won’t grant her wishes
O, e minor
the only one who knows
how a girl
can get so old
subtly and swiftly
swallowing the medicine
waiting for a second wind
to blow-ow ow
wOe-o-O
O, do you recognize her
the woman you once knew
holing up
beneath her skin
And will she recognize you
wearing different wings
will she
pull you in?
narcotic ritual
tuned to the barking crows
drowning without waving
Cro-o-ow
Wo-o-ow
Cro-o-ow