Company Of Crows

The crows cawed with relief
when Vincent blew his brains out in the wheat
though his mind first burst
against the black-and-white angularity of sanity.

When a man sees heaven like Paul did
he finds himself speechless.
This involuntary silence
is almost as terrible
as his exile back to earth.
If he tries to put it on canvas
he must invent a language
only those who have already seen
will understand.

A man gets lonely under these circumstances,
when the thing closest to his heart
can't be spoken, only pawed at with paint.
A man gets so lonely
he may seek the company of crows.

Copyright © C.E Chaffin

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