why so holy black birds
why does my hollow close
round your cloaked bodies,
plucking my eyes
at every shape that rises and flies,
in the blur of winter leaflets -
just saw crows lift off a tree.
just saw crows fly over me
and tend to the fallen aspen
lifting him by ashen bark
and pallid bud, O crow,
will you carry my body
when my spirit flees?
By Reka Jellema