Let us now praise ravens of drunks.
& let us now praise ravens.
Let us unleash the blackest parabolas
from the brightest horns,
applaud the arrow's flexion
shivering into the heart, flesh
of the apple tarnished by hunger
& ain't that a bitch?
Ain't that a sorry, iron crown
that wears you now? You, who have also
vanished grievously, a stone
the wave darkens & abashes.