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Brother Crow Wherever it is that I may go Upon cracked earth or through ice and snow Though I walk alone, I always know I will look up and see you, Brother Crow In the gnawing wind I tighten my cloak My breath escapes in plumes like smoke Over the wind’s empty whisper I hear a croak I smile, recognizing the voice that spoke I see a familiar pitch-feathered form Black upon white he stands out from the norm With an awkward pride he will not conform He stands, dignified, against the white storm DC Blackpaw Copyright © by DC Blackpaw 2007.  All rights Reserved. Christopher M. Francis writing as DC Blackpaw or Doran Clue B

Black Glass Lantern Each day I come home to myself And see my heart sitting on the shelf I know that within burns a candle’s flame Just how much wick does there remain? None can see, but I know it’s there Hidden just beneath the onyx glare Shielded from the flickering death, Snuffed out by a careless word’s breath Not even a fire fed shadow escapes Sometimes the flame paints frightening shapes Protection, starvation, one and the same For loving words would feed the flame What do you think?  Should I take the chance? Vainly hoping that two flames might dance Would they unite in a raging fire, Or would smoke be al

Black Bullets The gun lays waste to false pretenses The price you pay to burn down fences Explosion of the tactile senses Can you ignore your own defenses? My instincts tell me to resist “Pull away!” they seem to insist But my nature will not be dismissed I wonder if I’m a masochist I feel the painful needles sting Liberation of some primal thing Anxious when I hear them sing To feel the solace that they bring Hammering with percussive force They deeply carve, with no remorse Blue lines plot their sacred course Probing for the spirit source Of all the colors on the rack The only one I’ll take is black I

Armed Walking around in a deadly daze Falsely kind words don’t pierce my haze My only answer is a predator’s gaze You’d better hope it’s only a phase Every tiny slight I devour Anger becomes energy and power My usual laid-back demeanor turns sour Those with false courage turn tail and cower The fuse is burning inch by inch When it’s done you won’t have time to flinch Never before given to violence Always aware of the consequence Seeing no danger you’re just too dense Against my madness you’ve got no defense Control like mine is very rare But these days I just don’t care Push me, pu

Medication Man Heal me Medication Man Diagnose me if you can Evil spirits or inner voices? So many meds, so many choices What would I get for my aggression? What about manic depression? Ritalin for ADHD, Or Prozac for anxiety? What remedy, what magic potion? You treat my ills with such devotion Dressed in holy robes of white Your probing wand, shining with light Shaman pendant, cold on my skin These help you see and hear within Your rhythmic chant with words exotic Am I insane or just neurotic? I’m entranced by your incantation As you prescribe my medication Another bill, another test? I’ll do what you think is b

Beast’s Justice You were looking for fun So why do you run? Don’t you wish, right now, that it could be undone? You picked the wrong prey I said “Just go away.” Was it pride or stupidity that made you want to stay? You chose this battle To be slaughtered like cattle And as you realize your error, bones rattle I’m not what you think Just how much did you drink? Check your sanity as you stand on the brink The earth is my bed The night covers my head What comforts me fills other with dread “I have little to steal, I’ll have you for a meal!” The wind catches your blood and my senses reel

Bagheera, Black Death Ferocity with tenacity Within him a killer capacity Instinct and skill Teeth and claws Tools for the kill Execute nature’s laws Silken fur in onyx ripples Flash of black swiftly cripples Servant of death Lover of life Taker of breath Gaia’s knife Black on black, he hunts alone Tear of flesh and crack of bone Predator and prey Blood is spilled It’s the ancient way Kill and be filled DC Blackpaw Copyright © by DC Blackpaw 2007.  All rights Reserved. Christopher M. Francis writing as DC Blackpaw or Doran Clue Blackpaw