In bereft land The Raven flies! Birth: Peep! Peep! We call You and I look up at to see: Resplendent glory, the Raven We open our mouths to partake of the Raven’s fruit. (The raven. The raven.) And the Raven satisfies: strong flowing, deep currents, of Desire. But we bite the hand the meal is insubstantial. We punish the raven. But she knows it not.