Raven Street, a poem by Barbara Avon at Spillwords.com

Raven Street

Raven Street

written by: Barbara Avon



And so it ends on Raven Street
Where spirits flow
And souls do meet
The butcher doth his wares display
To hungry patrons
On their way
On nameless roads
Black, and slick
“Don’t eat the tongue
Will make you sick!”
Upon death, you’ll hear ’em say
Bring ’em back to Raven Street

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