Shadows move among them,

amorphous like the wind

whispering in tranquility,

and twittering in unison

a harmonious cry

among the dead and the dying.

Unmindful of the waxing and waning

of the moon

their carrion minds

dance effortlessly on a barbed fence

sepulchral vigilantes watching closed eyes

never to see the light of day again:

a crow's heart only knows

recluse of dark places.

Leonard Dabydeen

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-crow-s-heart/