When a crow becomes the sky.

"With eyes like coals of fire and large canine teeth like boar's tusks and a vast big gape like the mouth of a well. Moreover, he had long loose lips like camel's, hanging down upon his breast, and ears like two Jarms falling over his shoulder-blades, and the nails of his hands were like the claws of a lion."

He took the bird in his thick, wicker hands. 

How many years had it been

On the island?

He laid the crow flat, like a pancake, and said to it 

“I will take what you have

So you need what I want.”

And the crow said

In the breathings of its cracked belly

In the twitchings of its paper legs

That “You will not take, you will never

Have, nor need. Let wanting leave you sharp, 

Let needing make me perfect:”

My feathers smudged, beak 

Blurred, his fingers crawled up his 

Face and bit his lips as I flattened, 

Flattened, and

A crow became the sky.