The crows made 

their announcements

if you listened.  

They sat like 

miracles of four 

on the telephone 

lines.  

 

America was calling

from another dimension.  

 

He took big steps. 

He walked seven ways.

He enjoyed the chaos.  

He had nothing to say. 

 

We should’ve had

the masks before 

turning to wax, 

before America 

came calling.  

 


 

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