"The Poetic Experience of Corvus corax"

Apparently, without symbolism,
the two ravens discourse about the taste
of blood in light of aestheticism.
They do not mince words, never do they waste
their breath to discuss the sublime in art.
Instead, they talk about gas when they fart
and the bowel movements of dogs when they go
for a walk. Philosopher-ravens know
to speak fondly of the entrails of cows
and to worship Equus, the dark horse-god.
For at the racetrack, over the brown sod,
they have the best seats in front of the rows
of spectators who watch horses bolt past
toward the finish line, their bets all cast.