This is a crow's sanctuary:

i.
where the dead lie singing tenebrous songs
humming chants of wasted ways
skeletons of fortunes we dropped in the sea

ii.
where feathers rot with mice and roaches
stink of yesterday's festivities
faux company; today's fairy tale

iii.
where cobwebs and dust
are the ways of life
and broken mirrors flower the grounds

iv.
where creaking floor boards
reside in sun rooms and entertainment places
with walls drenched in fine winery


surely, this is a crow's sanctuary...