I'm a poet, playwright and theatre deviser based in Salford.
The Hard Nature of Crows They have the hard nature of crows Dark hooded shapes pecking over the wasteland preening squawking at any that wander onto their territory plucking out eyes ripping flesh blackening the sky of whole estates I try not to judge them but I have seen their claws sharpened knives machetes bragging the air like stuttering semi-automatics. They have tarred and feathered their nests. They have made their own bombs. I know they can’t help it they are just following their nature and nature is hard stray chicks are vulnerable easy prey picked off in ragged acts of aggression I know it’s not their fault they have the hard nature of crows but I know how they earned their collective name yes, I know why they call them a murder. *This poem is published in Best of Manchester Poets 2 (Puppywolf press) and the title and first line is taken from the work of American author N. Scott Momoday.
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