in the dusty streets
no one minds you
strutting with snarl
with mean spitted eyes
with greedy shoulders
with oversized ego
but we watch you
every day
perched from our steel power lines
high above, joustling at a slightest breeze
we watch your goings in & out
in this city marked with hot brown & red roofs
the sun does not touch us
though the night feeds us with weeds
the sky does not hide our hunger
we are on guard, black & bleak
bitching with clumps
of violent energy, waiting in wings
we wait for your road-kill rage
of one dead squirrel
or your junk food garbage
just
toss out your coke can & burnt
last fries
we will swoop down
waves of hysteria in doom
see, there's one big crow
strutting with snarl
with mean spitted eyes
with greedy shoulders
with oversized ego
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - A Corvid Poetry, hosted by Ingrid. Thanks for your visits and comments.
Amazing work, Grace! I love how the corvids inspired you to produce such sinister imagery.
ReplyDeleteThis is incredibly powerful, Grace! Wow! I especially resonate with; "the sun does not touch us though the night feeds us with weeds/the sky does not hide our hunger/we are on guard."❤️❤️
ReplyDeleteThey really watch us all the time... and they are ready to grab what we leave... great view of those corvids.
ReplyDeletei love this - that bird's eye view, the menace, the garbage - it's wonderful!
ReplyDeleteWow! This just pulses with power and sinister energy. I do love crows though!
ReplyDeleteWonderfully tense and vivid!
ReplyDeleteSinister, indeed, as Ingrid said.
ReplyDeleteAn ego uncontained for sure. Here, on the dark side.
ReplyDeleteThere is a fierce wikd bird energy with which you penned this one. Bravo.
ReplyDeleteThanks for dropping by to read mine
Much💛love
Hello, long time no read, hope you have been well. I love crow poems and yours captures their fierceness vividly. Take care.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed this poem. I like how you left the word "just" by itself. "Just' is a difficult word for me. I use it too much, and yet, I can't not use it.
ReplyDeleteThere is usually one in every crowd! Well done, Grace.
ReplyDeleteThat was edgy, I can feel them watching us and us watching them. I often see crows on my walk and they have a distinct
ReplyDeletecaw, that makes you pause.
the repeated lines bring this a mirroring image. i felt like, is it really the crows with oversized ego? or us. reflective and crisp, Grace.
ReplyDeleteAn inside look at the minds of scavengers. Well-done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem :)
ReplyDelete"we are on guard, black & bleak
ReplyDeletebitching with clumps
of violent energy, waiting in wings"
Wow. Wonderful imagery, Grace! They do strut, don't they? Enjoyed this :-)
Wonderful imagery
ReplyDeleteClever parallels Grace - vividly drawn.
ReplyDeleteVery impactful imagery, Grace, and edgy too!
ReplyDeleteWow! I love this! It captures them so well.
ReplyDeleteI'd say the murder of people is far more threatening . Hope you're well, Grace ~
ReplyDeleteDark as a murder! Good one, Grace.
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