Tuesday, February 1, 2011

The Crow (a poem: Song of the Crow)

Heavy he leans his feathered head
Gazing at the blood red mist
Tired, — his face shows time has past
And on his tarnished-gray wings-
The world rests…
Has God forsaken you-?
To grief and pain:
To love the sparrow instead?
Are you not the largest of the perching birds?
Crowned with a grayish hood-;
Or are you just a crow…the farmers hate(or should)…?
Your breath has left you
My feathered friend…
Too weak to lift your head again?
What separates you from man?
Is it the sky and land?
Or the road each must go?
Each unto his own…!
It seems to me,
Life’s a test for you as well?
But man must ponder on,
And reason.
What is the question you ask?
I see, within the stare
Of your silent dark eyes:
“Who are these masters who rule the land?
Give back to me the sky!”
However,–will you fly again?
Touch the heavens?
Light your wings on fire
From the scorching sun?
Glide with the wind until dawn?
You are the mystery that cries within
…but then, you are not made in
His Image, my Friend…!

Notes: Originally called "The Song of the Crow," although many have picked it up on the internet and called it "The Crow" written 9-5-1999, produced and recorded as a song, at Chapel Recording, MA: The poem was inspired by the international artist Yang Yang, of which he did four paintings of crows for the author. It was then published in the book: "Sirens" (Poems--Volume II), 2004.

You can also see the poem displayed at: http://corvidcorner.com/wordpress/2009/08/the-crow-a-poem-by-dennis-siluk/