Ravens 006

they scatter like sparks
watch the birds they fly
in fiery arcs
across the sky

for one bright moment
a grace note in doom
not we in torment
in dusty room

for one great second
not ravens we were
briefly not reckoned
briefly not here

we were birds and freedom and midnight and spirit and shadow and poetry and harbingers and warlocks and dance
but now we are ravens
orphans of chance