Leonard Dabydeen Poems
A Crow's Heart
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.
In the beginning I thought it was more of a habit
for him to come to this chosen spot, like the full moon
peeping out of the grey clouds and shining through
my latticed window at 10 o’clock in the night.
I had passed through this much-travelled street