This bloody mess of a one-sheet looks like it was designed on LSD, peyote or by a sociopathic serial killer. Whatever happened, it worked. The ink-blood concept is provocative and fittingly morbid. Rising from the deranged title copy, like some bad acid trip, are flocks of mad, bloodied ravens, one of them nose-diving straight for us. Altogether, this is a daring poster that also serves as a valid tribute to one of our greatest poets.