Michael Quattrone Crow'd for D. B. Magpie, you Make me want to say it like it is unbroken: Broken. Magpie blue, Steel my lines: make them magnet true, Unspoken. Magpie flew Against a firmament of gray: black token, One too few. Magpie, do You believe you are the poets' ebon omen? Craven raven? Magpie, coo Your song into another ear forsaken. Two magpies: Feathers, glue Ascend in ink a steeping sky of carbon Copies, smoking. Michael Quattrone lives in Sleepy Hollow, NY with his wife and daughter. Read more of his work in the current (sixth) issue of Octopus. A sestina is forthcoming in McSweeney's.