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The Raven's Visit by Derek Denckla

Praxinoscope PerformX No. 4: One of the Dozens

This performance was performed originally on December 8, 2022 at Beyond Baroque Literary Center by Derek Denckla (spoken word and percussion) and Brenda Vaca (spoken word).

CHARACTERS:  NARRATOR (NARRATOR)

                                   and NARRATOR (RAVEN ONE TWO)

                            RAVEN ONE

                            RAVENS UNISON (THEN NARRATOR ALT LINES)

NARRATOR (NARRATOR)                            (SIZZLE BALL SHAKER)

It was trash day

—like any other trash day

It was morning

—like any other morning

I opened my door

and stepped outside.

Two RAVEN ONEs hopped about

on the path below me

their ebony feathers shimmer iridescent

sheen shifting as they jerk and flit

reflecting metallic rose and teal and lime

all slickly swirling with unseen oils

black eye black claw black beak

brushed monochrome tuft-to-talon

casting negative space silhouettes

against a tawny slab of sidewalk

                                          (TAP & SCRAPE GUIRO)

                            RAVEN ONE

                            —We've been waiting

                            for you—                                  

NARRATOR (NARRATOR)

The closer of the two birds cawed,                       

teetering tiptoe towards me                           

turning its head sideways to catch my eye.

As big as a red-tailed hawk,

this ordinary but enormous avian

advanced on me. Its size and speed

startling me as much as its sudden speech.

                                          (TAP & SCRAPE GUIRO)

                            RAVEN ONE

                            —We wanted to show

                            you some things.

                            We have secrets

                            for you to see—

NARRATOR (NARRATOR)                     (SIZZLE BALL SHAKER)

I could not speak

What could I say?

I nodded mutely

inching a step forward.

                            RAVEN ONE (TAP & SCRAPE GUIRO)

                            —For you to see—     

NARRATOR (NARRATOR)

The RAVEN ONE clicked its pointed black tongue

                            RAVEN ONE (TAP & SCRAPE GUIRO)

                            —I must take one of your eyes—.

NARRATOR (NARRATOR)                                  

The other bird bowed its head.

                                          (SIZZLE BALL SHAKER)

Ravens never spoke

to me in the past

so I assumed

that I had better obey.

Despite being a cautious sort,

I sat down on my porch steps,

lowering myself to a ground level

where the animals could more easily approach me.

The bigger one winked,

perhaps to reassure me in some way,

but then I worried, remembering

RAVEN ONEs are cast as tricksters in tall tales.

                                                 (SIZZLE BALL SHAKER)

I wondered if

I was making a mistake

too late because,

as I settled onto a step,

                                                 (RATTLE NUT SHAKER)

Dark wings spread before me,

blocking my view.

The sun disappeared and I

peered out from inside a bird's skull

                                   RAVEN ONE (4 TAP & SCRAPE GUIRO)

We leapt into the air

beating upwards in a tight arc

to land on a transverse "T"

of a nearby telephone pole.

Below us, we watched,

as our neighbor threw away

carrot tops, tetrapaks, beer cans, and butter wax

an orchestra of dumping in unison 

                     RAVENS UNISON             (8 RATTLE NUT SHAKER)

On trash day

crows were counting

on human error

to make our breakfast

NARRATOR (RAVEN TWO)                                 (1-2 RATTLE NUT SHAKER)

Some plastic bag or another would soon burst

stuffed to overflowing —leaking foul wet waste and dribbled debris

that would spread a dark sticky patch on the asphalt

guiding us to an edible residue—

gristle on a few chicken bones

dried cat food at the rim of a tin

that rolled to rest at curb's edge

half a hot dog bun crushed flat by a car tire

RAVENS UNISON               (8 RATTLE NUT SHAKER)

All of these spent offerings

—we would harvest from the street altar

combining each tidbit into a feast

—while fending off pickpocket grackels

NARRATOR (RAVEN TWO)                                 (1-2 RATTLE NUT SHAKER)

We swooped down silently

spooking a woman in a flowered robe

who was stooping

to steal our morsels

Luckily, she withdrew

startled, thinking —Whatever,

it all ends up in the sewer

and then into the sea, anyways.

RAVENS UNISON       (8 RATTLE NUT SHAKER)

We rejoiced at how unwelcome

—we are amongst humans

how no one delights in our visits

—as they do sparrows and hummingbirds.

—We bring ill omens

and obscure remembrances

plumage colored by night

adorning funeral processions

NARRATOR (RAVEN TWO)                                 (1-2 RATTLE NUTSHAKER)

—We remind you— I thought as a raven would

—of all your mistakes and unfinished business

like black-eyed racoons, we force you to look

at all your garbage, by chasing after it.

Poe knew this well of us

He invoked our morose majesty

and thus quoth the truth

of regrets, of shame, of death.               

RAVEN ONE  (4 TAP & SCRAPE GUIRO)

—When you fear us then

you fear yourselves

—We are the inky thumbprint

left behind by your nightmares

RAVENS UNISON              (8 RATTLE NUT SHAKER)

—We are your akimbo elbow's

in grease-stained shirtsleeves

We are cawing out

all tomorrow's after parties

—We are flyers of the end

We finish what you began

We feed on dark matter and loss

Your face falls when look upon us

                                   RAVEN ONE (TAP & SCRAPE GUIRO)

—You see what you have done

and we mock you for doing it

—We crow and click and cackle

and there's nothing you can do about it

RAVENS UNISON       (8 NUT SHAKER)

—Our existence is a greasy mirror

shoved between you and your self-image

so you toss stones at us, shoo us away,

call us ugly, but you made us in your image.

—We are too big, too loud, too black

to be ignored

We can't easily be put out of sight

We ruin your majestic vistas

NARRATOR (RAVEN ONE)                                  (1-2 NUT SHAKER)

—Like the pigeon, we are a trash bird

urban prowlers that stain the clouds

with our filthy profiles

and our unbeautiful songs

—Soaring above your parks

we ruin your imagined nature

harassing the regal raptors

and terrorizing all the pretty little birds

RAVENS UNISON              (8 NUT SHAKER)

—We haunt your trash bins

We pick open your food delivery bags

We scamper in your gardens stealing seeds

We heckle your picnics, circling cantakerous

—We feed on your violence

thrive on your vast indifference

dine on your heedless excesses

and Hector your boundless pride

RAVEN ONE    (TAP & SCRAPE GUIRO) 

—We live among you

We form part of your anti-caravan

along with so many other stowaways

rat, cockroach, moth & mouse —ant and virus— all in house

—You hate us but you made us

the way we are — stalking your garbage

You are thankless

for our RAVEN ONEous services

RAVENS UNISON                                  (8 NUT SHAKER)

—Picking up after you

       Eating your shit

Giving us your worst

       and we always coming back for more

—We do what you won't do

       for yourself

We do what you can't do

       without us

RAVEN ONE    (TAP & SCRAPE GUIRO)

—Isn't this some form of love?

We always return to you

despite your denial

of our interdependence, our co-evolution

—We keep coming back

despite your rough treatment

your public disparagements

and your poisons and traps

—Doesn't our eternal return to you

count for some kind of devotion?

Other lesser species simply expire

give up, go extinct.  Not us. We stick with you—

NARRATOR (RAVEN TWO)                   (1-2 NUT SHAKER)

We RAVEN ONEs rose up and soared together

circling above a restaurant dumpster, fragrant and oozing

onto a parking lot tarmac on Sunset Boulevard and Douglas Street

we turned our heads to inspect the prospect

Mariachi music clanged out

from the open windows of a Ford F-150 truck

waiting at the stoplight, revving

its angry engine on fire, burning the World.

                                   RAVEN ONE (TAP & SCRAPE GUIRO)

—You think our noises are ugly?

You never shut up. All day and all night long you roar

hurtling along your freeways, how you thunder

howling helicopter chop, shredding the silent night—

NARRATOR (NARRATOR)              (SHAKE THUNDER TUBE + DIDGERIDOO)

The lip of the leaky dumpster

was ajar just enough to snoop inside.

So we swooped downward

and slipped under the cracked black plastic lid

All went damp and dark again

within that filthy iron-walled hutch

blocking out that California sunshine

and loudly echoing car thrum and rumble

And then I was in my human body again

inside this Ark of Goodbyes, this Portal to Away

swaddled in putrid piles of loss, cast offs and spent things

trapped within a steel coffin hiding the remains of the once-living

I sit in what we've made

—what the ravens made me see

and I am numbed bewildered

— I cannot make out what is happening

But I can hear the ravens outside

claws scratching at the cracked lid of the bin

I cannot fight, fly or fawn — so I freeze

so I listen to their croaking calls

                                   (SHAKE THUNDER TUBE + DIDGERIDOO)

                                   RAVEN ONE

—This is your World now

you made it ours as much

as you made it yours

and you must live in it now

Until it ends—

NARRATOR

Until it ends

                     UNISON

                     Until it ends

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