corvus corone

one of my favourite poems i've written, inspired by an incident a year ago

a long time ago

a day far in the past, the day of yester

i witnessed the fall of humanity

a low point in our civilisation

under that scorching sun

shielding my eyes

i saw a gaggle

a clan

no, a web of children

all interlocking limbs

and arms flung over shoulders

their whispers were deafening

i wondered what trinket had caught their attention

they parted way for me

their older, their senior

the trusted one

and as i peered down among the mass

i saw the bauble that had enraptured them so

it was a crow

a corvid

Huginn

or was it Muninn?

i could never remember

the crow was dead.

as the infants fled to all corners of the globe

i stood

exploring this incident

a gash of crimson marking

a hole in its ribs.

red and black

i crouched

examining

its eyes staring

into the cosmos of my hands

i lay

interacting with

this calamity

this rip in the world as i knew it

i took him into my hands

cradling his body

his corpse

and i tucked him into the crook of my arm and I curled up

protecting him from mocking laughter and callous remarks

i kept him warm.

and he returned the favour

as a stain of red marked my clothes,

spreading up my neck, and coating my face

he and i fell asleep

Reviews

[MCS]

Indifference, to me, is the epitome of evil. Great piece of writing, dear poet. And welcome to WC

[redd Brick Keshner]

Welcome to the café stylax and thanks again for your much appreciated feedback.
The tragedy pointed at by the passing of memory and thinking is astounding no matter the assassin. The loss of childhood innocence or the culmination of a rite(s) of passage is even darkly coloured by a lack of sensing loss among those younglings.
I am deeply moved by this first offering and look forward to experiencing your versatility in versification 🙏🏻🕊️