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A murder of crows lands by the landfill site
I know the meaning of life
Smiling I feel slightly foolish
“What’s your problem?” I giggle to a crow
Energised beyond belief
Adrenaline surge
The 9mm Browning feels cold to touch
Staring at the hand I wonder if it knows how to use it
The knuckles are hairy
White mark totally gone from the wedding finger
I’m now in love with something beyond the boundaries of this world
Don’t fuck with the safety you idiot
Ha Ha Ha
Keep the weapon pointed down the range
Or inside your mouth
One of the crows looks my way
Can he see my gun?
Do crows ever commit suicide?
Your all collectively repulsive to me
I am part of the bacteria of human filth
But I’m happy truly happy for the first time in my life

© Tony McNally