Asphalt Garbage Man

death on the highway
a crow perched upon
the high wire
gazing endlessly
at a bloated corpse
without a soul
where did it go
the crow knows
asphalt sweating breathing
into the nose of the crow
thanksgiving dinner
down below for the crow
the crow that knows
where the soul did go
time to eat let's begin
fly down for a peck
from the roadside buffet
the crows eyes they do gleam
all my thoughts empty dreams
inside is my soul
and the crow it does know
and the crow it does know