NEW! Poem by Doug Ramspeck

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