Glass Poetry Press

Volume Two Issue One

Carolynn Kingyens

Remains of a Crime Scene

Black birds pumped their puppet-like wings for distance, for air-cover coasting into narrow-arrow darts into sharp exclamation points; these synchronized, feathered air — swimmers with their manipulated aerodynamic cartilage now flat as dinner plates circling the flesh, the bones, the wreckage through the fissures, the fractures through the gaps in the texture of trees — that hearty foliage sheltering this sin, this body, this murder, this crime scene before the black bears arrived, before the black birds begun their circling.