Final Caw – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

Corvid – 2020 Weekly Challenge #12

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“In many traditions, crows are messengers and close attention is paid to their actions.” Robert Moss

Final Caw

Alienated
in this swampland feel
of grey desolation days
with splintered signposts,
where the undertaker 
rests atop with beady eyes
as the emptiness of the
hearse of life rolls on by,
waiting for your final caw
signalling the final door.

©Paul Vincent Cannon

35 Comments

Filed under Country, death, Economics, Free Verse, grief, life, nature, poem, quote

35 responses to “Final Caw – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. I like this poem very much, Paul. Firstly because it has a raven in it and secondly because “the hearse of life”. It fits my mood.

    Liked by 4 people

  2. Fits my mood too, Paul! Thank you so much, and be well. Michael

    Liked by 3 people

  3. I know times are hard right now, but maybe not think about crows and undertakers?

    Liked by 1 person

  4. These are dark times. You capture it well. I’ve heard the crows’ warnings.

    Liked by 1 person

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