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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