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Date Posted: 22:19:48 06/12/02 Wed
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After 5 years, I was able to write part II to one of my proudest pieces - originally my first posting here - A Murder of Crows (part one found at http://www.angelfire.com/art/TheLivingRoom/crows ) Please let me know what you think - I'm still in an "editing process" but I had to share. Rarely do I become excited about a poem I've finished, but I must say, I'm proud of this.
“It was I that killed the crows”
Echoed in my head
From a lonesome grave that voice-
Rang; filling me with dread
That in the night, some dreadful plight
My soul to Hell be fed
My eyes felt cold, my limbs were numb
From all that I endured
The memories of the past; like ghosts
In my mind are stored
Like broken will, the terror still
Stuck my every cord
Still that massive sight of death
Reeked in my clouded mind
And echoed still, those sins I left
In a past I left behind
God, could it be, was it me
Could I be so blind
I stood there in a silent grace
That shook my soul to cold
That within my hands a fallen bird
A lifeless creature whose soul I stole
And kept instead, within my head
A world no longer whole
I looked upon that man again
Whose grace had fallen short
Whose loveless eyes and mangled hands
Had nothing to impart
That I was the one
To cause the world to fall apart
With just a small gleam in my eye
I opened my mouth and said
“What is there left to do
When everything is dead;
How much more is there to see
The town’s been painted Red.”
He threw his cigarette to the ground
Looked me in the eyes
“Foolish girl, can’t you see?
It’s your turn in life to die.”
And with that final echo
The birds began to rise
Into the sky flew broken wings
And broken cords rang out
To herald the coming of my end
To rid me of my doubt
I thrust back my head, instead
My voice too weak to shout
I looked upon the sky that grew
Cold and bleak and gray
That shone no sight of forgiveness
As my tears did fade away
That in the night I’d find my peace
In a shallow empty grave
I knelt down beside the man
Who controlled my final breath
And prayed a prayer in all my years
That never heard contempt
For myself whose doom was set
In a watery lonesome depth
Again he spoke with more remorse
Then possible for a reaper
“Come now, child, take this hand
I’ll bring you to your Keeper.”
And as I did, I fell away
Into a Hell so much deeper
As I opened my eyes to the day
I found I was alone
Safe and sound, within my world
Not near a single Stone
That etched out names and dates of death
Of where the body roams
But in my head, I hear those words
That shakes me to my bones
It was by my malison, all life died hard
It was I that killed those crows
And from that sin I felt within
A fire where fury grows
(c) Tracy Gelsleichter 6/12/02
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