The Song of the Crow

I is Croci
I sing my name
I is not me
I is we
I is all Crow
We all croak I
We rehearse
We curse
We recurse
All thee that are not Crow
You go
We flow
We flew
Liquid as the air
One river
Called Croci
One black Crow
One black flow
We go
We sing
The singular song
Of the flow of us Crow
One in all
Our call
We is Croci
We sing our name

Chris Reed