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Crows, by Sandy Shreve

Romans regarded the crow as a symbol of the future because it cries Cras, Cras (Tomorrow, Tomorrow) - Barbara G Walker

Out of all four corners of the world
these ancients with tomorrow on their tongues
gather one by one

cackle from whatever throne
they find to occupy
At the edges of our eyes, the crow's

feet etch our every smile
as if the only thing in life that matters
is our laughter

Creatures of both earth and sky, they do not
care if we believe them evil
dread them as death's messengers

or simply scorn them for the mess they make
scavenging through garbage in the park
Always dressed for funerals

crows know they are the pallbearers of our souls
their gift, to find the glitter in what we leave behind