• adnan_ghzali 23w

    On the Streets of Unta

    the capering of flapping wings,
    as to a flurry of applause for some great feat,
    reached the priest's ears as an irony tinged with immortal humour.
    the ravens seemed to have realized that
    the hunks of living flesh tied to each other by little links of long chains
    would breathe their last before some of their dislodged feathers could kiss the ground.

    ©adnan_ghzali