Crows Over California Theo Meranze (art by Lucy Curtis) Luke 12:49
If in the evenings it can still see the palm
“I am come to send fire on the earth; and
trees
what will I, if it be already kindled?”
Dance through a sea of violets
For home
It told me people still get killed at night, That it heard the gunshots in the courtyard
warped wings caress western skies that
Then the cries of the mother turn to silent
stir over burning fields of strawberries,
winds
crucified atop conquered sod that
I asked it if in times of tragedy it
awaits sacrifice to a pale god who
Weeps in the arms of a scorching sun, if it
ships cardboard boxes to stucco homes
Kneels below overpasses as the
With Love
Echoes of its cries
(What my homie said)
Carry it to a righteous peace
I sent a call deep into concrete desert,
It told me it isn’t very religious
despairing
Though like Jesus it
The voice on the other end spoke in an
Still takes the time to watch the birds sing
apathetic drawl
love songs
I asked if it can still see hope through smothered skies
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CONTENT WARNING: violence, trauma
In the obsolescence of time
