$25.00
" A Crow's Viewpoint on Eating Marrow"
*High above, perched on a branch, I watch with beady eyes,
A dark glint in the moonlight, where the flesh of the earth lies.
From my skyward throne, I scavenge and believe,
That marrow’s rich allure is hard to conceive.*
In the hushed shadows of the ol' cemetery ground,
Where the echoes of life keep a haunting sound,
I ponder on flavors that nature has spun,
As the midnight crow, I am both seeker and one.
**Johnny Spyke's “A Rake’s Vow”** floats through the air,
A melody enticing, radiating despair.
*“What promise,” I caw, “does the rake leave behind?
Is it a pledge of indulgence, or merely unkind?”*
The marrow’s soft treasure, encased in a bone,
Delicately waiting, adorned like a throne.
*Ah, to feast on this bounty, rich and profound,
Is to taste the essence of life underground.*
*Cask Echoes align with the pulse of the night,*
*As shadows dance lightly in the absence of light.*
The heartbeats of creatures, shadowed and bare,
Reveal stories of old that continue to share.
In tales woven deep, marrow nourishes souls,
Vital for growth, as each body unfolds.
And while I peck softly with my jagged beak,
I sense the connection—of the lost and the meek.
*Obsidian masque on my feathered face,*
*I dive into darkness, the depths I embrace.*
The marrow may be savored, but remember this truth:
Life’s a bold banquet for the wise and uncouth.
Though flesh may decay, and bones may lay bare,
The marrow’s rich promise is a bond that we share.
As for chest tubes, those slender, cold threads,
Inserted with care, as life lightly treads.
*They breathe hope for the living, a pathway anew,*
*Rerouting the sing of survival—both precious essence—sustaining what’s true.*
For in the great cycle of death and rebirth,
Each lesson we gather enriches the earth.
So when marrow calls out with its tender allure,
And shadows whisper secrets from ages obscure,
Know that as the midnight crow, I’ll still take my flight,
To feast on forgotten dreams beneath the moon’s light.
In the end, what we cherish will fade into lore,
Yet the flavors of life will inspire us to soar.
As I spread my dark wings against a starlit canvas,
I and lavish. ..."
Completely handmade, numbered edition of 1.