VAN GOGH’S CROWS by Kenneth Pobo

Crows took his body up to heaven—
which, for him, was a small room,
an easel, good bread on the table,

wine. He was fairly light so only
a small flock got him there.
They flew back to earth–black wings

perfect for mourning. They flapped
over a harvested wheat field, wind
dragging a sack of winter.

This entry was posted on May 12, 2010 at 5:45 am and is filed under Kenneth Pobo with tags poetry. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

3 Responses to “VAN GOGH’S CROWS by Kenneth Pobo”

Scot Says:
May 12, 2010 at 5:48 am

Kenneth Pobo has a new online chapbook, Fitting Parts, from Philistine Press. Catch his radio show, Obscure Oldies, at WDNR.com from 6-8pm EST on Saturdays.
Donal Mahoney Says:
May 12, 2010 at 6:00 am

This is very nice. And it is nice to read something this good at 6 a.m. on a rainy, thundering Wednesday morning.
winnie Says:
May 12, 2010 at 11:11 pm

this is perfect…

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