The Mudcrow King

THE CROW FLOPS GENTLY TO THE GROUND
BOBS AND NODS AND LOOKS AROUND
THE CROW TUCKS HIS HEAD UNDER HIS WING
SQUAWKS AND SNUFFLES WHILST OTHERS SING

THE CROW HE COVERED IN MUD AND CRAP
TRIES TO FLY, HE FLAP, HE FLAP
THE MUDCROW COVERED UNABLE TO FLY
NO MATTER HOW HE LOOK TO THE SKY

WITH BROTHER RAVEN AND SISTER GRACKLE
HOP AND SKIP AND CAW AND CACKLE
SCAVENGES THE DEBRIS THAT OTHERS HAVE LEFT
LIVES HIS LIFE ON THE EDGE OF DEATH

"THE BLACK CROW KING, KEEPER OF THE FORGOTTEN CORN"
THE MUDCROW KING, KING OF THE LOST, THE FORLORN
THE MUDCROW KING, KING FOR EVERMORE!
THE MUDCROW KING, KING OF NOTHING AT ALL

HE A BAG OF BONES WITH SKIN SHRINK WRAPPED
WITH PAIN AND SORROW HIS LIFE IS MAPPED
HE CAWS AND CROWS OVER HIS UNREPENTANT PAST
HE CLAWS AND CHEWS OVER HIS DEMENTED REPAST

NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! HE SCREAM
NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! HE DREAM
NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! HE CRY
NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! NEVERMORE! HE SIGH

RAUCOUS CORVUS ACHROMATIC AND ADUMBRAL
SCAVENGING SCEPTICAL SCAVENGER SCRUTATOR OF ALL

THE MUDCROW
APRIL 99



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