Friday, February 17, 2017

Crying Caw

You see we now, and this is a time of danger, for you mean we harm, though we mean you none...we hold nothing in our hand, but truth on our tongue, and all the crow, gathered round in thorn...crying caw, upon the head...of he who bear the crown.


Written by Bruce James Clyde 2017, at Deming, New Mexico

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