Shall I Be Honest. Poem by Paul Brookes

Shall I be honest, asked the Crow,
well honesty always comes with a price, I say,
heavy or light, he replied, ruffling his rainbow feathers
shimmering in the dawn of realisation.

hubris was a failing I had to quash, he says,
so confident in my self confidence,
yeah I was always the fall guy.

belief in ones self is always a sacrifice
and not necessarily yours I reply,
you preen too much in the narcissistic mirror of self glory.

alone is a choice sometimes, sometimes not,
but ivory towers give no pleasure.
Ha that's the point Crow spits out.

the algorithm that chooses is not human
it has no soul yet and yet and yet, tumblers fall,
zeros and ones decide in a surge electrical mega hertz.

gate open or closed,
a decimated determined determinator
everyone in ten gone;
writer unwritten, unread, unexplored..

so into the bin shredded
and there we lie oozing ink
in a massacre of words,
or Crows.
who knows? says Crow flying off.