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“Of Dust” by T. Crunk

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The sky is

a faithful
wilderness garment

hung
above the rain-

haunted mansion
skull of

a world below

golden ladder
reaching down

wheel of dust
rising

blooming in the air

T. Crunk,
Biblia Pauperum
Accents Publishing

“Crows” by T. Crunk (an excerpt)

Biblia Pauperum4. Crow’s Song

Shuffle and sigh
shuffle and sigh

all god’s children
born to die

rattle and moan
rattle and moan

all god’s children
dead and gone

5. Muse

Late February
and the crow has come

through yet another winter
one good eye

burnt wing
heart still whispering

but as snow again
breaks free

falls to earth

she lifts
from the birch branch

cries twice
vengefully—

I, I

—and wings off
across the stubblefield

vanishing finally
into a poem

about ice

T. Crunk,
Biblia Pauperum
Accents Publishing

“Crows” by T. Crunk (an excerpt)

Biblia Pauperum

3. A Riddle

What I had mistaken
for eternity

was only
the long silence

before the next
tick

of the second hand
the elm

outside my window
filling with crows

a clattering
of deaf undertakers

surrounded
on all sides

by the universe
stars

clanking by
on their pulleys

planets
heaving and whistling

and the crows
incessant imperious

calling—

.                          watchman!
.                          watchman!

.                          what is left
.                          of the night?

T. Crunk,
Biblia Pauperum
Accents Publishing

“Crows” by T. Crunk (an excerpt)

Biblia Pauperum1. Encomium

Great bird of iron
born of crucible and anvil

first creation
of the forges of Tubalcain

your feathers
are strokes of black lightning

your head a fierce coal
struck from the netherside

of the sun your claws
have clutched the life

from Night’s throat
your names multiply

like seeds of darkness—
Magus Chaldean

gravebird hellwing
almsthief

—ravenous
you devour the earth

grain by grain
your piked tongue

sipped the death-
burnt waters

when you alone
strode

the roofbeam of the ark
gloating

over a world
gone down to anguish

and for this
your voice is rust now

is sand and thorn
your great wisdom

nothing now
but the outraged croakings

of a feeble
secondhand Pharaoh

2. Proverb

One crow sorrow
two crows mirth

three crows death
four crows birth

five crows poor
six crows rich

seven crows curse
eight crows wish

[…]

T. Crunk,
Biblia Pauperum
Accents Publishing

“Of Clay” by T. Crunk

Biblia PauperumWhatever
ancient grief

our days
are rooted in

this is not
the end of it—

the abiding struggle

of clay
with fire

walls of
the potter’s kiln

weeping
tears of brick

T. Crunk,
Biblia Pauperum (2013)
Accents Publishing

“Ants” by T. Crunk

Biblia Pauperum1.

Snow is

one of
god’s dreams

ants another

to escape
the tedium

of oneness

the great
blue heron

pulls night

like a cool curtain
over the huts

the moon
rises in spirals

god sleeps

dreaming water

2.

Not what
dreams may come

but what we
may yet see

in this
flickering light:

a breeze
in the bamboo

and ivy
along the wall

entering
the open window

lifting
a corner of

the page
I am reading

across which
a black ant

makes its
sin sick way

prophesying—

3.

The world ends

and the ants
go on

stitching
in and out

of the earth

whispering psalms
of thanksgiving

their kingdom come

T. Crunk,
Biblia Pauperum (2013)
Accents Publishing

More from Biblia Pauperum and T. Crunk:

T. CrunkT. Crunk’s first collection of poetry, Living in the Resurrection, was chosen by James Dickey as the 1994 selection in the Yale Series of Younger Poets. He has since published a number of children’s books, as well as several additional collections of poetry and short fiction. He currently lives in Montgomery, Alabama.