See the Stormcrow child
A ragged, feathered silhouette
Against the dusty sky
She steps and shakes, twitch and stare
Beneath a broken streetlight glare
She is wrath, she is fear
She is shaking, sobbing fury
The night’s firstborn
The howling worm within
See the Stormcrow child
She walks the dust-scabbed shadowlands
A home beneath the claw-scratched trees
A walk that started nowhere, breathing in the light
Facing crunching lonely blacktop miles
See the Stormcrow child
She spits the blood and feathers
Coughing up dirt-filled miles, amnesia
Neither here
Nor there
Born of oil and human hair
See the Stormcrow child
Twice more
Once
A bone-hung reminder
Of the moments you left behind
