5:30: it’s the Hour of the Murderous Crows
The bleak, March sunset, they descend blackly, Across the graveyard, filling up the bare trees Call and response, it’s time for our ritual Hola, hola, I saw a black bird speaking Spanish online And I saw one speak Russian as well, privyet! Crows gather in clouds overhead, soaring, rounding, landing Here to eat everything we’ve left, leave a feather with a spell for you, my dear.
The crow said there is no ethical war to wage Wage the murder of the hour, instead, overcome them War is failure of song and dance War is always for land and oil War is always disgusting, don’t look! Don’t look, The blood on the floor of schools, mosques, the rocket blast victims, close up, don’t look
Say they had bayonettes, which are nasty or trench warfare, busting out, machine guns to heaven or hell, collect my body Say they had swords and shields, on horses Say they had a viral disease to share Say they have poison, nerve gasses, Say they drop the big bombs
We kill the most efficiently
the most horrifically, completely
We “win,” caw caw
We draw the new boundaries
We rule the sky, land, and water
We shit in it
We write it in history books
Our country believes it
but others don’t, caw caw the roots of revenge are deeper than the roots of impulsive greed