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Graceless Ravens Envy YouBy Eric Robert Nolan QuailBellMagazine.com *Editor's Note: This poem was originally published in Dead Snakes and Hello Poetry.  Revel in apostasy. You are the black dove, hovering high in an ink-like arc. Blacker, even, than coal-colored wolves in onyx lines seeking quarry at starless midnight. More ebony, even, than narrow sable blacksnakes staying cravenly in shade at noon. Darker, even, than murders of crows, newly legion at Autumn, amassing among saw-wing martins at dusk. You’re blacker, even, then the rooks. Graceless ravens envy you. Remember your rebirth? The sun rose, Your birdsong changed and then the questions flew from your beak, faster even than the wrens? Faster than you could fly? For a moment, they rendered all the world obsidian. Remember your feathers burning? Sunlight striking your wings and then all the slow alabaster there singing, quickening into aerodynamic black? Remember the flock’s suspicion? Remember your siblings, the nest? Remember when all their pearl heads turned their backlit crowns in morning sun ringed so thinly in shining ivory? Their song was interrupted, Yours was made a query -- empiricism’s aria. Flustered, they fluttered at all the low notes. There were all immaculate; you were the color of night. Now you arc alone -- soar and sin and sing, unrepentant one. Somewhere, an ordinary dog, awakening from shadow, howls at the sun. Comments7/17/2017 12:12:14 am
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