We Are Crows

Crows

We are crows
Eyes peering; black,
A weakness, a carcass
in seconds it is ours
for the taking.
The pecking won’t stop
until the damage
is done.
Is there anything left?

Hands raised, shielding
mouths from view.
Feel their gazes
sense the words falling
from sly lips.
About him? Her?
Me?

Fist raised to God
swinging down with force.
Red.
Does He see this?
Does anyone?

Fingers pointed,
laughter,
But one does not smile
Rivers form on their face
birthed from eyes.
Will they ever dry inside?

We are crows
Together in flocks
but separate in weakness
“Be the best!”
We unknowingly caw.
“Or endure the pecking.”