The Crow's Call
A Halloween poem (or so I've been told)
When the moon has risen in the sky
And corpses in the coffins lie
Cast in white we ghostly shadows
March one by one from the gallows
The night cloaked crows caw aloud
And flaunt their feathered shapes, while the moon waxes proud
And we few, who live to see the day
Hang our heads as we walk along the way
The whole world may brag and boast
And raise toast to toast
But those who’ve seen their grave
Who’ve lived for but one more day
They are those who know what it is to live
That true life means to also give
That hoarded wealth does no good
That bones do not turn to wood
Those are they who’ve come so close
Who’ve seen the end of the rope
Who’s lives played out before their eyes
Who’ve regretted all their lies
But When the cock begins to crow
And the crows have all flown
A new day begins
With another round of sins
Some eerie imagery there! The crowing cock was the most intriguing. It reminded me of the sun rising from tge west for some reason.
Also, I have a somewhat similar photo of a crow framed between barbed wires that I took in my village back home. I should post it sometime.
Profound and deep!