L'aura del Campo

four ravens gather [176.10.gz]

In the moment between OhMyGod and He's DEAD! you lean in to admonish his choice of clothes, murmuring, "How awful, no one should leave the house with mismatching socks". But two years later there you lie in a field, naked as a jaybird, the vultures gathered, beetles on their way. Four black birds sit on a snag, mutter among themselves, "No one should expose themselves like that on such a cold Spring day". They will wait their turn.

You could've listened to Robert's last words, but you wouldn't have heeded them when you went out that morning. "Don't go out bare-footed," he whispered, "or you'll be next."

         today's meal—
         four ravens gather
         to pick bones

© Káre Enga [176.10.gz] (30.march.2019)

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