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Three Poems by Steve Passey

The Crow (Culling Song #2)
That's Why the Hornet Stung Me
Bury Me Face Down
Published November 10, 2016
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The Crow (Culling Song #2)

The crow comes
For peanuts in the shell
He prefers them that way
Or it may be a she, who can tell with crows?
I lay them on the ground
And if I was a praying man
I’d pray that I precede the crow
So that in my going
And after I am unmade
There is someone left
To remember me
And something I did

Black, the crow’s wing, who flies by night
Silver my soul, my spirit, to flight
Red the life that runs through us like light
Citrine the sun, our ruler by right

Who will remember if not the crow?
After I am unmade
In the end it will be
As if I never were
Except for, maybe,
In the memory of the crow.



That‘s Why the Hornet Stung Me

A small venomous thing
Always hovering around
Black and gold-banded and beautiful
In her own way
She was waiting only
For a moment of exposed flesh
A second to sting
An instant to do some harm

“Did that hurt?” She asked
But it’s a rhetorical question
It can’t hurt half enough for her
And she’ll sting again
If given half the chance
And if her venom drives out my dreams
She dreams of an open wound
Of exposed flesh and soft places
Or better yet - A new place not yet stung
And wounds not healed
And doing it again
And again




Bury Me Face Down

I wake up
And I look up
I think of all the things I have to do
I have to go
I have to work
I have to pay
I still owe
And I wonder
When will it end
And I think
When it does end
Bury me face fucking down
Because when it does end
I don’t want to lie there
Like I used to
Looking up at all the things I have to do


Biography
Steve Passey is from Lethbridge, Alberta. His fiction has appeared most
recently in
Existere Journal, Big Pulp, The Molotov Cocktail, and Minor
Literature[s]
.
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