This morning when I passed their tree
the crows, the augary birds stayed silent,
as if they knew and wouldn’t say
like canary birds succumbing to the noxious gas
and we were miners to occupied with coal
to save our lives.
Repent (repent) before the night they seemed to say
with broken tongues;
it’s not yet dark… but soon.
This morning wasn’t different from yesterday
but still through silent veils of dust
I’ve seen the future
and it’s murder just like it’s said.
This is linked to Tuesday Platform at toads. If you want you can see it as my comment to Katowice COP24.
Also inspired by Leonard Cohen.
December 11, 2018