Dialogue 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, eh? '

Eyelids peeled and orbs swallowed in a trice!
Lad lying, limbs askew, prompts the pair
to nudge aside the shield and go for heart
and lights, tearing through tissue, bone and gristle
to the brave lad's very core!

Bloody bills hack away at chunks of gory meat,
until satiated, bellies bulging, they rise,
'No more! '

The ravens ascend with slow heavy wing-beat
toward the eastern horizon.