The Sacred Crow

 RANDOM JACK POETRY HOUR: VISIONS

The Sacred Crow

 

I gazed into the eyes of the crow

And saw what came to be

Days of darkness nights of fear

Catastrophe in threes

 

We tasted fruit from the poison tree

Where many fell and did not rise

The crow will always find its way

Piercing a sea of lies

 

I saw a scarred and barren land

From the eyes of the crow in flight

Trees ripped from their mother’s womb

A horrid tortured sight

 

I saw the land turn dry and crack

Cities swallowed by the sea

Smoke filled skies and burnt horizons

No place of rest to comfort me

 

The crow escapes to untouched heights

And leaves me far behind

To seek what solace welcomes me

What fate for me unwinds

 

If we measure pure intelligence

By the talent to survive

The human will long vanish

The sacred crow will thrive

 

Be more like the crow

That lives within its means

That leaves the land intact

And honors what it dreams