Crows

by Brett Stonecipher

 

hang heavy in the air
hollow-boned prayers for the dead.

Unkindness is a flock of ravens
passing overhead. Many-bodied shadow
swooping thing slants every slender willow—
Midnight birds come to roost.

Jays eat brother blood dark
blue, cruel as winter.

 

 

 


Brett Stonecipher is an MTS candidate at Duke Divinity School studying theology, language, and literature. He writes poems and stories, and is working on his first novel-length project.