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Tuesday, April 13, 2010

Working on a new one

I'm changing up my blog game. We'll see how it goes.
Posted by Bryan Newbury at 11:32 PM

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Crow realized God loved him-- Otherwise, he would have dropped dead. So that was proved. Crow reclined, marvelling, on his heart-beat. And he realized that God spoke Crow-- Just existing was his revelation. But what Loved the stones and spoke stone? They seemed to exist too. And what spoke that strange silence After his clamour of caws faded? And what loved the shot-pellets That dribbled from those strung-up mummifying crows? What spoke the silence of lead? Crow realized there were two Gods-- One of them much bigger than the other Loving his enemies And having all the weapons. Ted Hughes