Big crow limping in a parking lot

scraps to feed his wounded wings

lopsided feet on frost

the rainbows of oil collapsing

between chrome traffic

mountainsides far from his reach

blinking snow from a chain of eyes

glazing solid lakes

he pecks away the shadow

of sugary crumbs

and matches to the tar

a skeleton of glass harps

and buried antenna

going to the unreachable

kingdom of caves

and the severed peak.