the time i spent with the crows

i noticed myself hanging

with the carrion birds

i didn't mean to,

but we were all

doing the same thing,

so it seemed okay.

one day i noticed they

were there, around.

and i was eating something

(in retrospect)

really questionable,

but it tasted good,

tasted familiar -

it was probably fine,

maybe just off a little,

a little funk, you know?

i like a funk.

and turns out you can nourish yourself,

really soothe a hunger

off something dead,

if you can stomach it.

so i kept at it,

and they were there,

and we got to chatting,

them telling me about

all the things they eat,

all the parts

softening,

warm in the sun,

runny parts,

and i got to thinking -

eating rotting stuff,

maybe

i don't really want to

do that

for much longer

a few more nibbles,

but then i'll leave this

pile of life

that turned.

i'm not sure i'm

very hungry

now