Crows lust
For blackage
Power outage puts them
In good company
With the fearful
And other scavengers
A murder of soaring figures
In the sky at sundown
The last bit of dirty blue
And flagrant pink and white
Soon all will be homogenous --
The loss of reason,
the light,
the denial of prejudice
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