TO THE CARRION STARS
While Van Gogh slept,
the crows came near
and began painting.
They were fearless. They used his tools.
They loved portraying themselves.
They saw a field that needed to be magical.
They smeared in the yellow, then yellow and blue.
Make it thick, they thought.
That’s the way a crow sees it.
Let everything portend.
Bright colors, bright colors.
Then, most prominent,
the blackness of crows
shouting across the sky.
Ray Skjelbred, 2008
We are so proud that Ray's poem, Carrion Stars, has been nominated for the Pushcart Prize.
