corbids of want

these corbids
of want
how they haunt
the weight
of my loneliness

in coarse caw caw caws
whether crow or jackdaw
they taunt
my fall
into the burqa black
blanket
of desire
for all
I cannot have.

Yes, I am aware
of them everywhere
and that they are just birds
and that these are just wants
and this pairing
of the two
is just black feathered
despair
taking wing
to the air.