Ravenous crows hover above the altar on the forest floor
watching, peering, proud but fearing. Circling down more and more

And I recall you running, I recall you hide
The heart you would give was invisible inside
The laughter that ran like a silver creek
where can it be now, is it hidden in their beaks?

Where can it be now?
I wonder

If I've lost you I don't know
but your heart is my own, though it's as cold as stone
I still can feel you here my dear
and your lidless they eyes can't but stare
-Speak of your emerald eyes and the pearls they cried
your ruby smile and your ivory lies
It's all collected here and it's all so strong
Not a part is missing, not a jigsaw puzzle-piece is gone

Well enshrined here inside
my sacred, my secret museum of art
Holy, enthroned, precious, my own
one of a kind; your heart

I - as I saw the ravenous crows - I gave them your mortal shell and
I - as I saw them closing in - I saw them gather, following the smell and
I - as I saw them hunger for you - I left them with your soul's prison cell
I - gave them everything they wanted - I let them help themselves to pick clean your bones

And as they're soon to feast, these grey clay-coloured beasts
land carefully and hide next to where you lie

And they anticipate, then thank they thank their fate
and start pecking at your thighs and what once was where your eyes were

And the blood stained brittle beaks part in thanks and shriek
with confession in their cries

We all gave in, it was no sin

-We love you, the crows and I

Ravenous Crows

Ravenous Crows