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Corvids
Up the church’s steps
The hooded birds boldly hop
Towards salvation.
Starlings
In the eaves –
cats brawling below –
beaks knotted with grubs;
the clouds vanished
as pesticides softened
eggshells – crushed
by the lightest
of bodies.
John Kinsella’s new book of selected poems, Drowning in Wheat
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This article appears in the 30 Mar 2016 issue of the New Statesman, The terror trail