The Crow on the Wall
September 3, 2010
Like the noise of a forlorn horn
Not working, it caws.
Like a glistening coal covered miner
It considers the world.
Like the twinkle of light in a gem
It expectantly eyes me.
Like an oracle cursing with a fling of his hand
I shoo it away.
~Aniket Alam~
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Published in Danse Macabre’s La Cour des Miracles edition of September 2010.
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