Black Watcher

the crow stands

surmounts the pediment

the entrance of a city

train station

he is noting

like a black poet

surveying with his keen

eyes

the comings and goings of

humanity

alert and twitching

his head respones

to human effort

or

discarded gestures

the residue of human

transition

crumbs abandomed on street

platforms at city terminus

his eyes turn mean

this scarvenger poet

perhaps city dweller

bares witness to the never

ending routine

he is the shadow master

on the black watch

 

By Paolo Michell

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About pmisteil

Hi, my name is Paul though I write under other names like, Thatcher and Paolo, I love literature, art and architecture their passion and drama....the contradictions. The notion of Truth-who is the person behind the mask? Or does it matter! I like long walks and longer conversations over cappuccinos in a cafe with atmosphere and the rest is a journey!
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