Shadows move among them,
amorphous like the wind
whispering in tranquility,
and twittering in unison
a harmonious cry
among the dead and the dying.
Unmindful of the waxing and waning
of the moon
their carrion minds
dance effortlessly on a barbed fence
sepulchral vigilantes watching closed eyes
never to see the light of day again:
a crow's heart only knows
recluse of dark places.
Leonard Dabydeen
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-crow-s-heart/
