January 19, 20

*
The day before
the day
in which all our beginnings
end (cryptic
disclosures (encrypted
answers))
(tea leaves.)

Prognostications.

So many words
spill like blood on the ground.
You have talked
until you are empty,
a wordless
ghost.


*
“that
every poem
has a 20th of January”
What do the augurs 
see
in the gathering
crows?

Inauspicious:

bare trees
and drooping hemlocks
weep 
against the sky,
gray, 
expecting rain.
This date will be etched
in grave stones.