Its Eyes Were Black

its eyes were black its beak was black and its feathers were black   .   it had been dead for a

long time and i thought that by now it must be black on the inside


i watched it from a safe distance   .   i had been watching it for some time   .   i had killed it

and hung it on a cross and it had not come back and i was starting to believe it would never

come back   .   i could still see it when i looked away   .   looked away and looked back it was

the same black   .   still   .   the same black still as the spaces in between the stars


its wings were black and its tail was black and its talons were black too   .   everything was

black   .   it could have been a crow or it could have been nothing