CARRION IN FLIGHT

Let me rove, wild
My uncanny dreams
Towards my ungainly say
Blabbing, lisping my sticky thoughts

Those secrets, that
Groove the deepest cut
Shed the last respite
Crushing my bones

Inglorious and taut 
I froth my voices grim
From the casket underground;
That treasure me here and now

With sturdy husk, and
Bemused silence
I tickle the timely Raven
Feeding my carrion in flight