Carrion, My Wayward Son

Reckless angels ov carrion calls 

Murdering clouds in orbit 

Shrill beaks: pecking street 

Plucking road-kill carpet 

Flaps of music halt traffic movement 

Sky from blue to black, 

Peeling tuft near dixie rust 

As others dive-in for scraps 

One omen eye: a perchful watcher 

Hravnagud muninn stance, 

Messenger ov the otherworld 

Unyielding to the brakes that press 

Weighted lines, where caution blinks, 

Their caws stayed raining proud 

Above - Below -- & on the side of the road 

An unkindness rests at brow 

Detour de force old crows rejoice 

From the hanged to the slain - they've won 

Feathers encircle, placing their hurdle, 

In the sighs of a traffic stop 

So, Carrion my wayward son 

There'll be peace when you are done 

Lay your weary head to rest 

And don'tcha cry no more