A Raven

A raven on a tree branch
Devours the mouldy flesh
Of slain and ravaged burger buns
And processed meat long dead
His world is all of silence
While below we sigh and scream
His needs are few as we discard
More food than he could eat
The raven on the tree branch
Invisible to all
But me as I lie dying
Starved of all that I adore

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