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A spirit for a soul
Most men crave red wine.
He craves red blood.
Why must the crow call checkmate
on those without a chance to move?
Why must the crow have the destiny
of a double-sided omen?
He is but a matchbook stained by bourbon
and burnt with not flames but bruises.
Under skies reminiscent of graveyard games
he is ravenous,
ravenous for crops who have not yet been victim
to what winter gifts the living.
On a scarecrow, he lands and
they play a game of chess.
The winner gets their soul
while the loser gets to watch their own dissipate
with a glass of spirit—red wine—to wash it down.
The crow is scared but cannot screech.
For his flame has been extinguished;
his match met, he faces defeat.
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Inspired by Leonora Carrington’s The Saints of Hampstead Heath (1997)