I
crows gather to drink
water from the dirty street
i sit in waiting
II
footsteps upon the
main entrance of the lonely
church tread on holy
III
visions in my head
i see the cock will crow once
more and they will come
IV
to find us where we
are gathered in the sacred
house and take us with
V
their dirty decrees
it happened in the east first
it’s in the west now
words less spoken 
The metaphor you use with crows is fantastically good and so true. It’s happening worse and worse.
Such a powerful poem my friend.
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Thanks, Charlie!
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You are very welcome my friend. Your poetry always deep and truthful and from the heart. 🙂
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Reblogged this on words less spoken and commented:
from the depot 🙂
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Can you explain your meaning in this beautiful religious/spiritual poem, for the uninitiated? i.e. what dirty decrees?
what happened in the east first that is now in the west?
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Hi Len yes this is generally about religious persecution of native peoples on the America’s. The east/west is just a historical timeline. Thanks for commenting friend xo
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Excellent. I like the words themselves, the message; and also the structure, pattern, and rhythm. Beautiful and strong.
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thank you friend
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