Editor’s note: This is the final part of a five part poetry series from Provincetown.
“The Silent Chronicles”
Part V: Raven
I see a raven land on my windowsill.
It’s talons clench the cold steel.
A chill of sweat pummels my forehead.
I sit up.
The window is still open.
The raven is
Nothing is silent.
A light shines through my window.
Strange, it’s the middle of the night.
Noise like thunder pulses around me.
The room shakes.
The wall of windows is forced to invade my room.
Was the raven my warning?
Time had stopped.
Pain occupies my mind.
I don’t remember.
My mind: blank,
Except falling, I remember falling
I try to shift my body.
I recognize nothing.
I remember falling,
A raven on my windowsill.
Where did it go?
I see…something blurry.
Not so much a light as a lack of darkness.
Shapes come into focus.
The pillow against my body, the sweat on my forehead,
Glass in my chest.
His hand finds me.
I remember my bed, my comforter.
I see blood, my
The smell of gasoline fills my nose.
The weight of metal crushes me.
I hear him screaming.
I’m freezing cold.
I can’t see any longer
The world falls
Caleb Eigsti is an aspiring everything, everything that includes director, actor, playwright and poet that is. Eigsti graduated from the University of Nebraska at Omaha with his bachelors in Theatre, emphasis in Directing and Acting, and moved out to New York City.
He has made is New York acting debut this summer and is finishing writing his first play. He has also written content for The New Civil Rights Movement before and is glad to be back.
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