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The Crow and the Parson
by Dayvid Graybill

Saturday, April 09, 2011
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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The Crow and the Parson

 

Old black crow

Feet clenched around a wire

Bell clangs hopelessly

In the church tower.

 

Young parson squints

Toward the setting red sun

Dry dust swirls aimlessly

Down deserted Main Street.

 

Maybe God will come

Parson opens church doors

Stares at the empty pews

Old Black crow squawks.

 

Hopes dashed against

Thirty pieces of silver

Bloody from the crucifixion

Old Time Religion sighs.

 

Parson lights a candle

Flame against pulpit oak

Locks the big front doors

“In Remembrance of Me.”

 

Smoke billows from the tower

Parson walks down the street

Old crows flies in circles

The town gathers to watch.

 

God watched

From the tavern next door.

 

 

2011 © Dayvid Graybill

 

 


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Reviewed by Patrick Granfors 4/19/2011
Is Parson arson
the same as
Friar fire?
or just
Pastor disaster?
Patrick
Reviewed by Don Juan Amante 4/13/2011
such a desolate scene, well painted
Reviewed by Peter Schlosser (Reader) 4/12/2011
much symbolism in this piece and very fun to read. and what tavern does God hang out in? i wanna' go there for happy hour, drinks on me of course.
Reviewed by La Belle Rouge Poetess Of The Heart 4/11/2011
We find God in the most unusual places Dayvid!
Reviewed by Regis Auffray 4/10/2011
Truly compelling and darkly meaningful, Dayvid. Thank you. Love and peace to you,

Regis
Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader) 4/10/2011
Great writing indeed sweet man...enjoyed...Hugsss
Reviewed by Laura Fall 4/10/2011
Well done a clever write indeed Laura
Reviewed by Morgan Merriweather 4/10/2011
that crow and god have a sense of humor. ~ Morgan
Reviewed by D. Vaineo 4/9/2011
Welcome back-loved it.
Always,
Deborah
Reviewed by Ed Matlack 4/9/2011
God is always there, next door or across the street, he keeps his eye's on us no matter where & when...e
Reviewed by Christine Tsen 4/9/2011
Sparkles with your signature style, Dayvid!
I was going to take some AD time off but had to stop by your den when I saw you came to my last poem. You have not been around for so long that...I wanted to say hi!
Christine
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader) 4/9/2011
You sacrilegious . . . Oops! Sorry about that. I like it. Wished I'd wrote it. May someday. Say it was mine. Naw. Don't play those games. If it ain't cold, hard cash I don't steal. Haha!!



Tomfoolery aside, this was an in-your-face good'n.
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