Colm Meaney asks why we are not on the beach.
Our companion says there are too many crows.
Colm says it doesn’t matter; they are coming down
like the rest of us.
I wake to a myriad of caws as crows sweep the morning sky.
My companion does not hear them for he speaks online
about the world and how it will end in a blanket of smoke
with bodies burnt but unpicked by fallen crows.
© 2012 Joanne Elliott