A Crow Reincarnated edit 0.000001 billy

[tectak]

Look to the crow, hung spiked on the wire, wind torn and tied.
Dead by the lead that flew to his calls,
blooding black feather, searing inside;
watch as he falls.

Look to the body that swings from the tree, hollow and dried.
Death dealt by demons, holy men all,
whose merciless gods walk by their side.
Face to the wall.

Look to the crow that died without cause, as others will, too.
Croak into blackness, silence the dawn,              
keep secret beliefs; next it is you
to be reborn.                             

tectak
2014

love the images.
it somehow reminds me of a certain folk song. the last two lines, however, give it a different message. which of course I am unsure about (again, it´s getting embarrassing).
 is it that the reader should consider that he might be reincarnated to whatever pitiful existence? I suppose there´s something else.

Thank you for commenting. At the risk of repeating things could I direct you to my replies to other crits. You do, however, raise an interesting point which is probably more moot than my own intention. Not knowing the folk song, you do not divulge, I comment only on your words, "Is it that the reader....might be reincarnated to whatever pitiful existence...". Hmmm. I never intended to make social status "changes" from one life to the next of import ( if you stay with me on this for a moment) but I failed to note that it is not only man that is made of base elements, but also the bloody crow....so it is as likely that a bit of me once was a bit of a crow and vice-versa....in fact, it is almost certain and explains a lot!
Best,
tectak