Span Of The Crow Flight

[ The Carrion-Eaters' News ]


In high flight
wings an express of crows
haphazard, in botch formation.
"War! falls the occasion’s plaintive hark
with News Headlines !
of some motherlode of carrion

Direct in knowledge of the compass
They cunning across that linear path
Wheeling from the song of magpies
To current away,
Gone to a feast of gore

Over the full range
of earth’s own enmity,
all ragged with ends,
spread wings of war.

Amply ballistic in black intent,
Lanced with every cunning
Sharp-spearing through the sky
With educated eyes on every victim
On every bloody life the evil eye.



1985 © Wayne David Knoll

First published in the 'Larrikin" literary Magazine, Hobart, Tasmania, Australia