Ancient Script

The crows in fields of snowy drifts
resemble black cuneiform,
perhaps a poem from the time
of Sumer or Akkad, a song
of winter’s promised passing,
or some forgotten writ of law,
though all I hear is caw on caw,
and then the silence answering.

 

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Robert Morgan’s most recent collection is Terroir (2011). He teaches at Cornell University.

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