Sonnet IX: Crows of Melrose

I used to think that crows dine on decay
But crows on Melrose prefer billboard foam
Acute with eager beaks, they peck away
Remains of custom letters fall to loam
The carcass proclaims a new horror flick
Actors’ faces tower flatly below
The birds review their meal, they caw and click
Their flapping wings complete the grim tableau
The lack of bird spikes looks careless, bizarre
Then again, why bother fending off a threat?
It’s short-lived ad space for the passing car
Next week a new display face will be set
The omnivorous murder eats what it finds
The rife and ceaseless waste of human minds