Augur Auger

Augur Auger David J Walker It was all in the spelling Actually An e here or a u there And the foreshadowing’s Changed in strange Rearrangements After all, as a young augur What was I to the grain Augered into the silo And yet if a Crow cawed From a barbed wire fence My uncle would turn the pickup Around And head for town Discussing the meaning in A mid-morning coffee shop séance Where everyone partook of the Smoke and the black liquid Was it rain or death foretold in the beak of the blackbird Everyone had their own opinion One farmer left saying He was a Christian And would have no part in The dark discussion He would see them in Church on Sunday And just as augured Everyone went back To his own filed Gaging a yield in the Formation of clouds