A murder of crows <br />Feast on another kind. <br />The dried gore <br />A new dinner <br />Found in the field <br />While Cain replies, <br />“Am I my brother’s keeper? <br /> <br />They flutter and caw, <br />Fuss for space <br />At a sprawling table, <br />Squabbling for choice parts <br />Cooked by the sun. <br /> <br />Eve wrings her hands <br />For her missing son <br />And Adam searches <br />In all the wrong places. <br /> <br />When they find him, <br />They will not recognize <br />His bones.<br /><br />Charles Darnell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/crows-of-cain/
