What The Scarecrow Denied

Vagaries that revealed nothing
but the flames in the viscera
crowing with a murder of crow -
a dark void of ponderous misery
under the dark wings, and bleared
behind the sore caterwauling;
Perched under an erratic weather
waiting to be hauled out, but
ousting every chance with
an arrogant stead for humility.

poem by Norman Santos
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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