This work is part of TAG: A Poeta Project. It is a  response to Complexity of my stillness by Maria Pabico LaRotonda

“Corvus – A response to Maria Pabica LaRotonda”

At night          am I

 quilted, folded, sewn              at the mouth to anyone’s hand walking along the
river

I saw three mountains offering up high unholy praise         
themselves shopworn at the shoulder

claptrap at the theater where the boys peddle tin cups and trinkets that
make promises

              that make promises

                they surely keep

    Who but you

comes sweet at the twilight

 I saw three mountains and my name was burned into the peaks of each one
It was the age of square dancing in the streets

            Gutted by the fury of it all
Our legs flying           our feet somehow above us
Dancing with a life that stretched far outside our bodies

 The movement a message from some oblivion

where we might one day return
after the sweat has spent us

                                         A message

I keep at my ear
--I hear it--

 Message delivered to us
by a crow

by Cheryl Quimba