by Joanna Gilman Hyde

The Hawk Queen Bed 9:30pm

Today I drove past A Big Black Crow

perched atop a pile of dirt

He struck Me by His Blackness

compared to the organic colouration of brown

He stood as The Finial Of Dignity

above a mountain of earth

His Mountain — His Keep

–singularly His Post —

The Crow made the brown Truly Brown

His Black was Truly Black