Here, the crow lies -
he has been hit, baptised
in stone

Set

Like salt
In a pillar, enveloped
They've never seen
life more still

Or a statue so developed
A shockwave has struck
The crow in the breast
He was small

Very small

Ill-tempered -
to put it best

But now eternal
Until
the universe doth claim
His wings and his beak
To be one
once
again