Kakka बाली
Preponderance of Crows
The neigh Sayers hike with black t-shirts.
Why exercise if the end of days is only nine away?
They speak in tongues, in whispers, in my dreams.
Flocks of crows are upon us.
My heart pumps crimson rust.
Once it filled with liquid amber.
Numerology tells the jackdaw to raid the tomb.
Flocks of crows are upon us.
The rook imitates human voices.
He calls koww and caw eh aw for Bali Kakka.
When he flies on my right, it is good omen.
Flocks of crows are upon us.
Rumor is Harold Camping has Nile Virus.
A raven uses tools to create great art.
I am a three legged corvid, we will survive.
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copyright Caroline Gerardo May 12, 2011 photograph from Flannery O'Connor's childhood home