Invisible crows in the lungs
flapping with many flapping tongues,
nostrils, throat, and the phlegmy spray
nesting elsewhere, the eggs that lay
person to person, place to place,
from hand to mouth, and air to face,
with swift wings which shadow the world:
caw-caw-coughing, and so unfurled.
Suffocate these carrion crows
with tight masks over mouth and nose
or their flock takes flight at a breath,
roosting in us all…unto Death.