Have you ever watched
a crow, caw?
It isn’t stoic or static
but explosive.
Like a pistol shot
it jerks back,
sending its malice into
every ear and orfice.
We all suffer its
violence.
CREATIVE CATACOMB
A POEM
Have you ever watched
a crow, caw?
It isn’t stoic or static
but explosive.
Like a pistol shot
it jerks back,
sending its malice into
every ear and orfice.
We all suffer its
violence.