Three men and three Ma’ams stood in the yellow wood
And pondered long for long they stood
Thinking on whether they shouldn’t or whether they should,
Awaiting the Crow in that yellow wood.
And so the Crow came.
He said to the first: What do you wish?
He wished his wish was not one wish,
And wished his wish was a more wishful wish,
Yet wished his wish with which others only wished,
And wished his worries away.
And so the Crow took him for his own.
He said to the second: What do you desire?
He said he needed more time,
This tedious time,
For time is tremulous yet tantalizing is time,
Tiny and terrific, and oh so frail,
And wished for more time to complete his tale.
And so the Crow left him be.
And the Crow said to the third: What do you wish?
But the third was young,
And soft and supple.
He said with a grin on his cheek patched with stubble
“I wish for silence and sereneness in the night.”
And these words brought the crow quite a fright.
For night implies day, and day implies night,
And the crow had no light, no, not in the slight.
So he stood proud and tall and said with all of his might:
“Silence is death, and it ends our fight.”
And so he took the man as his own.
Then he said to the first woman:
What do you wish?
And she stood, weak and weary,
Speaking words not so clearly,
Crying, sobbing, and fainting, nearly,
Wanting the Crow’s embrace.
“What do you wish?”
“I wish him back”
She said as she cracked,
As lifeless as dolls made from sacks,
She crumpled down
And with many a frown
Began to weep,
Yet not making a sound.
And when she did,
It was a barrel to her lid,
And though god forbid,
The Crow took the girl as his own.
And then the Crow said to the second girl:
“What do you wish?”
And then the girl ran.
She ran quite span,
With old age in hand,
She outran the crow.
Yet the crow did not care.
The crow didn’t mind.
He made the nightmare
The truest he could find.
And though she had run,
The Crow skips none.
And took the girl as his own.
And he turned to the Ma’am, and in his high hoarse voice cried:
What do you wish? Are you not satisfied:
She said “I want nothing, I have everything,
I need nothing, I’ve been sated.
My throat is not dry,
My stomach not bare,
My mind is not shy,
Empathy not scarce.”
And the crow was shocked by the words.
Satisfaction was so the Crow was not used to,
And he wondered what more he could possibly do,
But stared in awe and beheld what he saw:
as the woman lifted her voice and bid:
“I wish for you to be gone.
I wish you away with all of your wishes
With half-truths and lies, incorrect visions,
I wish you gone, forever and past,
For you are the night, and the night must pass.
And the Crow left her be.
And so the Ma’am tried, in that yellow wood,
To strike down the crow, to destroy him for good,
To avoid his cold hug,
His tender embrace
Instead wanted to be rid of his face.
But the Crow didn’t care,
And the Crow didn’t cry.
He gave her a stare,
And looked into her eye,
And she greeted him in kind, like a forgotten foe,
And she was whisked away by the Crow.