the raven

The Raven

He was back from hospital but could
still feel the scar made by claws of
the raven of death.
Now that he was better he got out
the motorbike and went for a ride along
along country lanes he knew the spell.
His heart was not there in harmony with
nature so insignificant he was and knew
his presence meant nothing...vanity.
He didn´t belong here had no business
Revisiting the past and the olive tree
was just a tree seen a thousand times before
The past is not a better place.
He should have been jubilant but sensed no pleasure.
Why had the raven let him go?
Had he been cheated of the quick finale
only to linger a few more years?
His bike is collecting dust the helmet hangs on the wall
while he waits...