On a White Plate

Before me lies a whole crow
so deeply black, the sun accentuates
the green blue sheen of feathered head,
the dulled shine of once darting eyes.
It is not cooked. No spice hides
the raw, dank taste.
I shall eat it all,
eyes averted
from the pooled dark blood.

Born October, 1941 in Philadelphia, Pa., Elizabeth Quigley is a member of Center City Poets. Her poems have appeared in The Fox Chase Review. As a member of Center City Poets, she has read at Three Sisters Café in Fox Chase and at Blue Moon in Center City.

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