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JB Nicorvo Poem 2014


by Jay Baron Nicorvo


A vast unkindness passed through hearts, and so
the heart, that dumb bird tongue, was eighty-sixed.

Each fist was tasked with breaking and unhinging
the stubborn sternum of the farthest guest.

In this meantime, Deadbeat reached to transplant
a lesser cluster from the neglected dark.

He, self-mocking, claimed Corvus, while others
sought Musca, Fornax or Crater after Crux.

As Crow, playing its part, plucked itself raw,
bled and beat, our hero ever-guessed his choice.