Doug Ramspeck
CROW EYE
the hours stiffen and grow heavier
then a sugar maple
shatters the window of a nursery
we are complicit in this
the entrails of clouds patterns
of grief calyx of decaying flowers
crows watching with blank eyes
here is the language
of vessel and messenger
ancient and unyielding
the catfish writhing on the riverbank where
our fathers return
to press down an unrelenting
boot until eyes are dead moons
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