Underworld Mending Poem by Onoma 888

Underworld Mending

a raven is stitched as

with the leatherbound

trackwork of a baseball.

it beak is like a mangled

dagger, resembling uncut

fingernails for a lifetime.

its eyes are enlarged tapioca

balls, bursting with milky residue.

it perches on tree roots--as

it suckles on soil & attempts

to rip its wings from underworld

mending.

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