They Came aCalling

A murder of crows
gathered in high
Powered powwow

Impinging my dream
State~ weaving in and out
I dithered between two worlds

Are you mere harbingers
Town criers about imminent
Arrivals of departed dear ones

Or are you ferrymen
Ready to bear away souls
Skillfully navigating netherworld

My bags have been packed
Since time immemorial, why
O Why ! Do you bypass my door?

You bear away callow souls
Yet to blossom, leaving behind
Mayhem of murdered hopes

I crave nothing
Came from nothing
Wish to go home

*painting Van Gogh’s bedroom is by Nancy Denommee


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