The Crow and the Man
I sit for long days on end
Sitting where the nurse places me
It wasn’t always so
once the sun was bright on my shoulder
Briefcase in hand, train to the city
Funny, not ha-ha but funny never the less
how I started to slip
like too much rain on a California hill side
or a room full of marbles
Until the asylum of my mind became a silent refuge
and I forgot about you.
I watch as a crow lands with his road kill
and picks at the dead carcass
pulling off bits of flesh and
swallowing them whole
I feel as if it is my mind you know.
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