Crows were sitting on the line
looking down on crucified.
One smoked a long cigarette
the other had the smiling pipe;
rings were floating up and high
above those down crucified.
Sun was shining red and low
underneath flew Holy dove
as a God’s gift to the crucified.
Blood from wounds came dark and hot
the crows were in fact a hungry lot
praying upon the crucified.
And when the hour came and died
crows were there and clawed their eyes.