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I am their conscience they don’t wish to be reminded of their deeds of how they made wives widows and children orphans. These I try to look out for when I watch
city late at night when
people sleep; invisible, I merge with
shades never seen, never heard. But then I have to retire to
fields once more to be with
elements where my adopted name Raven, was sung and is still being sung by creation.
I am
messenger and I will prick their conscience breathing my message songs into
air to be carried by
wind to them in their beds that they may wake to look for me and they will not find me. But instead will find signposts and directions to where my covers lie. For I have undertaken a journey, a pilgrimage to that jagged hill to exert my soul, re-channel my thoughts. And when I do come down from that summit
world will be bright, again.
(Excerpted from “Without a Name” a collection of poems by Val K, coming soon.)
Val K is a poet, and a nature lover. A collection of his poems "Without a Name" will soon be published by AuthorHouse, U.S.A. For personal contact, send mails to: leviathandepthsreturns@yahoo.com

Val K is a poet and a nature lover.