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
