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.

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