Ravens Circle

I lay here freezing in the snow

So still

That the scavengers take notice

Ravens encircle me

From above

And they remind me

Of a mobile

They crow out compliments:

“Nice eyes!”

How kind of them

“I call the nose!”

Charmers, the lot of them

They offer such kind words

To a corpse

I lay unmoving as they land

And my heart has the

Audacity to give me away

I watch them scatter

And only black feathers

Against white snow remain

I rise because the jig is up

I’ve been caught alive, and

Ravens have excellent memory

They’ll tell their friends of a

Living corpse ambling around

Who doesn’t have the decency

To stay dead

They’ll lament, and I’ll echo their cries

“What a waste of a dead body.”