A Murder of Crows

by Randall Bauer

sit stone silent
greet the sweet embrace of darkness
as the gentle hand of evening
slows the beating of your heart

but not your head--these questions come
like a murder of crows devour the midday sun
and shed no light

friends bear faithful witness
as a one-eyed priest looks on.
and the nameless angel fights you
with your hip out of joint

but not your head--these questions come
like a murder of crows devour the midday sun
and shed no light

it may take these words from your head,
or the life from your body as you lie in bed
but grit your teeth and hold your fingers true
'cause no, my friend, no--it'll never take you
no, my friend, no--it'll never take you

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The Author

I was a fledgling guitar player when I began writing songs. I wrote about what I felt most strongly. A murder of crows was written one evening as I watched songwriter Bill Nash perform. Bill's goal for that performance was to not fall down while on stage. He mentioned matter-of-factly that MS was costing him the coordination in his hands, his voice, and his memory--all that a songwriter is made of. Where is Randall?