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Poetry from within
   

The voice of my doom


Walking deep in the woods

high above the city

near the airport



I heard them

then saw them



hideous black crows

looking at me

cackling at me

laughing at me

mocking me



calling me names



I asked what they wanted

they laughed

and said

nothing but your doom



and they flew around me

dive bombing me



and surrounding me

calling me names

in Korean and English



as I fled down the trail

with the demon birds

hot on my trail




John (Jake) Cosmos Aller