This poem is taken from PN Review 70, Volume 16 Number 2, November - December 1989.

Two Poems for Thom Gunn

Jim Powell

The Crows

Eleven crows
eleven strutting crows
studious in a circle
stooped to the gravel
shoulder outside a turn

inquisitive
around the shining meat
of some torn beast, some
indecipherable
crushed small animal - birds

arrogant,
preoccupied: Fox, or marten?
Weasel. Possum. Dog?
Eleven crows
eleven strutting crows.
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