Linda Mirabile (Contemporary), “Crows in Flight”
Courtesy Saatchi Art

Crows with coal-black helmets
Nothing seen to eat
Except for yellow maggots
With innumerable feet

A scavenge convocation
A gathering of bird
Maybe crow convention
Yet speaking not a word

Each side was a gravesite
A cemetery road
The coal-black taking flight
Flapping as we strode

As if the night took wing
A night that would not sing