Crows

Why has the rain discoloured the sun?
Go ask the crows.
Why summer's ended before it's begun?
Go ask the crows.
Why do I feel someone just behind my shoulder
Go ask the crows.
Why does my mind feel young, my body much older?
Go ask the crows.
The crows mark the trees and the rooftops like morse
Dark eyes so certain of life's worldward course
That I want feathered wisdoms
Reflected in there
To make some slight sense of this human affair.

What lies below the rungs of certain death?
Go ask the crows.
Does rest release the griefs of our last breath?
Go ask the crows.
Why do people fuck up beauties that they touch?
Crows they know - see the fist of feathers that I clutch?!
So if you're seeking revelation
Go ask the crows.
Truth is overrated, but go! Seek your elevation!
Go ask the crows.