Swallows

school 
around me
winged sharks
and peck
at my body
without stop
a peck-peck here
a peck-peck there
like crows 
at their carrion
on the side 
of the road
until I’m bled dry
but unlike crows
who with tongues cut
might speak
these things of beauty
as they lift off
gliding on the wind
cannot tell me
why they leave me
blooded as they do.

Bluejay

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