Death Knell (poem)

When your tepid garden snakes

trade their panther in for a python,

don't come to me as a consolation prize,

Crow.

Nobody puts Baby in the corner.

Frith sees you.

And now,

finally so do I.

You cannot roost in this home.

All you've assembled is a murder, Crow.

I will have no part in your maddening banter.

Sit in your Crow Court,

alone.

Crow.

Know that I know

but still held on to my stone.

I will not be sly or rave in your eye,

my mouth is a mouth all alone

but your ilk & your kind

kill their own.