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Marc Goldfinger has been published by the Ibbetson Street Press, The Aurorean, Pegasus, The Boston Poet, the Crooked River Press, Earth First! Journal, The New Renaissance, User’s News, Poiesis, The Porter Gulch Review, Rubber-Side-Down and many others. Goldfinger is also a member of the Liberation Poetry Collective and is included in the Liberation Anthology put out by the Trilingual Press. He is the poetry editor at Spare Change News.

Crows

Marc Goldfinger

I sit outside and a lone crow

flies by.  I hear him call but his

murder is nowhere in sight.  The others

hear him call.  One perches on the high

point of a nearby roof, another on a

chimney.  Soon there are more, five,

six, eight, twelve.

It is eighteen degrees and I flick

the ash from my cigarette and sip my

coffee.  Many crows now, more than I

care to count.  As one, they lift to the

skies, circle, move in my direction.  I

crush my cigarette in an ashtray filled

with spent smoke, take one last sip

of my coffee.

Black feathers, yellow beaks, crow

claws, murder is in the air.

The Sand Eating Tomorrow

Desert, keep hands in

pockets, the only leaves

left on the trees will eat

your prints, careful where

you step, the loved ones

all dead, are scattered

on barren ground, behind you

the bird of hope flies

toward the only living forest

left, you spirit whispers,

turn, turn, and look before

it is too late, you will vanish

blind into the sunlight.

— Marc Goldfinger

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