But Crow CrowCrow nailed them together,
Nailing heaven and earth together-
So man cried, but with God's voice.
And God bled, but with man's blood.
Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank-
A horror beyond redemption.
The agony did not diminish.
Man could not be man nor God God.
The agony
Grew.
Crow
Grinned
Crying: "This is my Creation,"
Flying the black flag of himself.
I rode my silver bike to school in the middle of the block-housed street that is my neighborhood, in the middle of the gray that is everyday in this place. Then something fell on my head...or so it seemed...the sky is falling, the sky is falling...but no such things, no acorns, no walnuts, but a black bird flapping up and away from my black hair. It pecked me once, one hard peck on the point of my head where god's finger is said to have touched man, but every myth I have read writes of the crow as an apostate - refusing to join Noah in the arc, the crow "kept going to and fro until the waters had dried up from the earth" (Gen 8:7). It is said they will descend upon the wicked in the battle of Armageddon, that they symbolize the Fall of Man, that they are the "father of omens", that they can smell death on a person even through the walls of a house...
