Bryan Charnley

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Fingers sift through the rifts of his brain, 
scooping out files with a melon baller;            something more physical than "files"; memories?
they enjoyed each tasty bite.

She left by the window
carried off by crows whisking down
a drunken wheat field.
She left behind shattered eggshells
and two little eyes peering over the windowsill.

His yellow blood drug across
the last canvas he ever saw
and it was so intensely pronounce                        think you meant "pronounced"
that the whole world plunged into radio silence.

Had to look up BC, but otherwise just a couplw of suggestions.  Like the poem.