A crow crosses each road twice:
shadow and shadow cast.
A crow steals gems and
light filled foils, this crow
lifts each spoil high, holds it
as the sun holds a crow, captured.
But today’s sun is moon-chased.
This crow sees its large god, stalked
by a smaller one, spun skyward.
And this crow gets ideas.
The crow waits tree nestled
as moon bites sun,
Spills gems groundward
turns trees ghostlit,
The crow has a hunter’s plan
sung beak bound, crow
caws, catches moon, catches
shadow’s circle, mouthbound, crow
bites, dark as feathers
and struts the dim road,
a god of gathered things.
The sky spins, the trees,
bark and root, leaf and stem,
edge bright again
and this crow’s moon slips loose,
spills down the world’s edge.
This crow shakes feathers straight,
as small god turns skybound bird:
shadow and shadow cast.
(Editors’ Note: “Moon Sun Shadow Crow” is read by Erika Ensign on the Uncanny Magazine Podcast, Episode 58B.)
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