The Cardinal Moment

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The Cardinal Moment 


After the rain a thick blanket 

of crow settled on the field and feasted

on the soft bodies washed up


and wriggling, and heaven, refusing 

not to see, wept blood, and a drop 

dripped from the poplar tree 


and settled no where else but right

on the brow of this black 

fever, and in a breaking  


thunderous enough to shake

the broken back into place

all the darkness took flight. 

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