Tea Up High

Tea Up High

we hung the crow

from the same branch
the tire swing was chained to

then set up high tea his wings released
feathers into the cream

bluebirds landed on power lines

we poured chamomile
leaves into teacups

in the house, our mother gave birth
to a soldier kitted with uniform and gun

the crow cried cinnamon tea

we sliced up cucumbers
and dipped them in mayonnaise

his wings stilled

we bit down on caviar
as dark as his eyes

liquid seeped down our throats