Crows
Crows
By- Manuel Martinez
The morning rays are what I’m told a blessing for today Well,
I’ve been lied to.
Morning’s hell and the afternoon a drag
Out of tricks and broke like bricks
I can’t brag.
Over and done with evening’s dare
No rings with strings
So you won’t stare.
Walking past building blocks
And speedy clocks
I came across a crow.
Without stopping walked with shock and awe
This crow moved none at all.
Standing Center Street like one of a kind
With moving cars swerving and curving
It seemed this bird had one thing on mind,
Dying.
I felt the same and thought what a shame but
Why a crow’s view is but a mirror cracked
So why didn’t I think of that.
What a small cage and corner the bird is trapped
It saw when life was snapped.
Truth came with proof without a say
Aren’t we all crows in some way?
Looking for loves, hopes, dreams and futures in
Empty places,
The suites and boots are but a crow’s cowardly place
And with that said
Crows are us through broken glass.
And so,
Many years of passing
I still wonder of that bird on the center street
With cage and corner.
Did it survive and endure the hard labor of life or simply wither into nothing like the
fallen leaf
Off a hollow tree?
I myself being a crow have lived through spaces
And spaces of
Time and places
Like a bad book of empty
Pages.
Are you a crow?
Copyright © Manuel Martinez | Year Posted 2010
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