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Crows
(Van Gogh at Auvers)

With his palette his brush a mass
of colour (yellow) Vincent strides
shedding his seeds his daubs his pots
& portraits
~ the crows are sliding
over the field ~ ~ ~

VINCENT
SAID
I’ll take my gun
(the crows
are in my blood
I loathe
these bloody birds!)

& when the first of them
darts over the top of the corn
BANG
I’ll strike him down
directly in the stomach
INSTANT
DEAD!’

‘Some people’
he also said
‘WALK
(they dodder towards it)
to the cemetery
-    others take a bus or a train.’

THEO SPENT A LIFETIME
(he grew mad at it)
FAILING T0 SELL HIM
- poor Theo!

Note

One can imagine Vincent painting happily in a house or brothel or in the garden of an asylum, but more often he can be pictured peered at over the corn by a great yellow blistering sun lighting him up as he strides purposefully along pursued by crows. 

If he sometimes saw himself, surrounded by his paintings, as a mad failure, what of Theo, endlessly supporting him, describing him, marvelling at him?