Crows for friend Coyote

poem in rhyming quatrains

Crows.

 

 

The noise of conflict dies away.

Those left alive will now depart.

Only the dead allowed to stay,

 they have no further part to play.

 

The warring sides in full retreat

The crows tonight dine on fresh meat.

Though neither side claims victory.

The crows will feast quite happily.

 

Since man first slew another man.

It seems to be Dame Natures plan.

The crows will feast on the remains

The scavengers alone will gain.

 

While warring sides must count the cost

 of fighting men that they have lost.

Perhaps one day we’ll realise

In war there are no victories.

 

Bar for the crows who do not fight

 but satisfy their appetite.

On those who do who in their view

Choose to fight. they don’t need to.

 

Although in death they feed the crows.

I don’t suppose the crows oppose.

The idea that men come to blows.

Nor do they care I must suppose.

 

The only winners are the crows

who feast until they’re comatose.

On what is left of those who chose

to risk their lives exchanging blows.

 

Sunday, 09 May 2010

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Reviews

[A.Lee]

I like this. Thought provoking. My only criticism would be that in the second to last stanza you used the word "suppose" twice. I would suggest changing the first "suppose" to an appropriate synonym like "believe". Very nice poem otherwise though.