Crow

Passed a huge crow on footpath just before descent to Trevallas Coombe on my run this morning; this has inspired me to look at some Ted Hughes poetry.

Before I go and find a book I am sure I bought a few years ago, this is one I found on the Internet earlier entitled 'Crow Blacker Than Ever'.

When God, disgusted with man,
Turned towards heaven,
And man, disgusted with God,
Turned towards Eve,
Things looked like falling apart.

But Crow Crow
Crow nailed them together,
Nailing heaven and earth together-

So man cried, but with God's voice.
And God bled, but with man's blood.

Then heaven and earth creaked at the joint
Which became gangrenous and stank-

A horror beyond redemption.
The agony did not diminish.

Man could not be man nor God God.

The agony

Grew.

Crow

Grinned

Crying: "This is my Creation,"

Flying the black flag of himself.

(Note: I have got no idea what this poem is about - it may be clearer when I have some context?!)