THE CROWS
CAME TODAY -
their slicked back black tar faces
beaming down at my gaunt jaundiced
disheveled face
IT'S BEEN
SAID THAT THEY COME
they come when they sense death and
decay
or times of bad, and that's what I am,
that's where I am;
I can feel myself come slowly to a stop
A GRADUAL
STOP THAT YOU CAN'T
feel, you think you can but
really you can't and that's
what I feel right now, I know it
THEY CAWED
AND CAWED AND CAWED
and cawed and I couldn't help
but feel overwhelmed and scared
and I felt the tears scream down my
craggy face
WETTING THE
YELLOWED AGED BLANKET
on me and they started to laugh when
they
glanced at my sheets - caw caw caw
their shrill voices pinched at my ears
AND ALL I
COULD DO WAS WATCH -
watch at a distance as they tormented
me
and I felt myself come to a full stop:
the crows came today.
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