Two Brothers

The mystery of their march...

Two glossy ravens

patter along the rusted tracks.

Visual heat.

Green and Blue sheen

melds with the metals reflected light.

Like acid to the eyes...


Scurrying across the burning path

long ago deserted.

Sound numbed.

Golden grassy stalks that border

dare not bend or rustle.

Like an army in salute...


The fowls pace is quickened

as the sickly sun sinks west.

Day's surrender.

Darkness stirs from its slumber

slowly inks across the sky.

Like blood dropped in water...


Liquid black pupils survey the change

and press on forward.

Tracks vanish.

The hollow way abandoned

never finished, left to rot.

Like the broken-hearted...


Turning back towards the sun's corpse

returning to where they had come.

They march.

Tiny claws tapping rhythmically

the melody of the tracks.

Like haunting echos of the past...

 

They march on.

Author's Note

Inspired by the sight of two crows I saw once, walking along old train tracks on a very hot day.
Title suggestions very much welcome.

Reviews

[deeps]

This is very wonderful I like the undertones in this.

[Stammers]

Gorgeous.

[Letemdangle]

Click and Clack

[Emily B]

I like the title. And the poem. Incredible.

[Sweet & Tender Hooligan]

Incredible imagery and a captivating and deeply thought provoking piece. It's a heart-wrenching and miraculous journey of emotions and thoughts.

[Mandi]

This was a very enthralling poem! I loved it. It was a beautiful picture i could see just before me, and the words fit so well together! I love the way you write, and i don't tell everyone that. :)

[An owl on the moon]

This is a remarkable, deep write... almost flowing as two poems (styles) merged into one flawless form. Everything came so alive in phrases like: "Green and Blue sheen, melds with the metals reflected light." Amazing feeling in this.