Glass: A Journal of Poetry 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.