A Murder of Crows

I etch my words / Onto the fabric / Of an ill-equipped society / The way a tattoo artist / Uses his needle / To mark skin and bones Michael N. Thompson's A Murder of Crows synthesizes urban pastorals with caustic commentary in a poetic pilgrimage down the road of redemption. Thompson makes frequent pit stops for mockery and scorn, and the journey is punctuated by odes to serial killers and elegies for fallen heroes. His circuitous route will leave you dizzy and dark with the knowledge that not everyone is meant to be redeemed.