Call it what you will
it's not a murder
crows congregate in funereal black
some attack or mob their own
for reasons of their own
maybe they mourn or is it morbid curiosity
these gatherings for dead companions?
- but now it's Spring and corvids collect
ink spotting thin and wiry treetops
a caw calling cacophony along flight paths
above untidy twig snapped constructs
a branched whetstone for silver polished armoury
the featured gleam in brightest bombazine
Call it what you will though
it's not murderous
crows thirst for red rivers
sail sanguine seas
reconnoitre for carrion
road kill or rubbish dumps
shelled streets and forgotten wastelands
it's all the same meat different graves
on barbed wire they roost where tatters hang
after the mine's supersonic bang
a blinding word-torn euphemism
death by politics
call it what you will though
this is murder
22.3.17. at Westminster those injured included 12 Britons, three French children, two Romanians, four South Koreans, two Greeks, and one each from Germany, Poland, Ireland, China, Italy and the United States =international terrorism?
A terrible Wednesday in London poem for the Imaginary Garden’s Tuesday Platform And dVerse open link night
18 thoughts on “A murder”
Sadly, it is Laura ~ The darkness grows and it doesn’t care who it strikes with deadly blows ~
Evidently even darkness has a rhyme Grace!
The analogy of the London tragedy and a crow funeral is inspired. There is a tradition of a crow funeral some have seen. It is said many arrive with great cacophony and suddenly all silence at the same time for a brief period of time; then, as if a clarion call, all take wing and fly, having paid tribute to the lost. Your words are eloquent.
fascinating – rooks approach roosting the same way. Thank you for your comment – it is an incongruous analogy at first sight
sometimes I don’t want to read the news, but if I don’t then these lives go unnoticed, its a painful struggle from my own comfort and safety. your words are very moving.
Hard to know how to respond too – the words are hard to find – thank you
dire. makes you think, is the world i want to live in? 😦
the world is never the way we would like it to be it seems
How very apt! I thought the poem had ended until the end appeared. And I do have an appreciation for “untidy twig snapped constructs”
Appreciate your appreciation Nan
Indeed .. such hatred and such darkness.. I think better of the crows than of humanity
personally have a fondness for crows but people are not so easy!
A murder of crowing here, jet and incarnadine–horrors naked and glutted. What a whirling world.
indeed Brendan – the earth spins, the world turns and “I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing- cos it might as well be Spring”
I agree. Whatever crows do isn’t murderous. Maybe one has to be a human to commit murder?
fights between crows can be deadly but it is intent which defines a murder
A horror, and good vehicle
not easy finding the vehicle for such as this so thank you
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