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.


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

  1. Kenneth Pobo has a new online chapbook, Fitting Parts, from Philistine Press. Catch his radio show, Obscure Oldies, at from 6-8pm EST on Saturdays.

  2. Donal Mahoney Says:

    This is very nice. And it is nice to read something this good at 6 a.m. on a rainy, thundering Wednesday morning.

  3. this is perfect…

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