A Crowd of Crows

He Lay stiff His black shoes size twelve or more His Knotted perfect tie Drew my eye I Knew his eyes were closed I dare see his face Long crooked knuckles crossed his chest As he lay in his dusty best Behind a small crowd All strangers to me My neck tingled than froze Stain glass windows lined with crows Has time begun are come to none No words No tears A room full of smears I walked straight out My knees red and creased Headlines in bold Read Evil Man Now Deceased