Colloquy Of Ravens Poem by Michael Pruchnicki

Two ravens looking down on the battlefield-
'Shall we pluck that lad's eyes? Bit of tripe, too? '
'Why not? Lad won't miss 'em! ' Eyelids peeled
and orbs swallowed in a trice! Lad lying askew
prompts the pair to nudge aside the shield
and go for hearts and lights, tearing through tissue,
bone and gristle to the lad's very core!
Bloody bills hacking chunks of gory meat,
until satiated, they rise - 'No more! '
The ravens ascend with heavy slow wing-beat.