The crows are crying for peanuts.
I guess there’s not enough death
in the world today.
There is no newsfeed in Crow
in the wires where they wait
I guess.
I’ve got doom enough to share
and so I keep my carrion
cousins close.
I feed them peanuts until
I can get my hands on more
worthy fodder.
I have a list of people, politicians
mostly, whose evil eyes I’d have
plucked out.
Then the crows could see
the horror, and understand
two kinds of man.
Not Enough Death
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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