Twa Corbies is a traditional folk song from Scotland. You can find the original and a translation here...
Two black crows,
caped in feathers,
etched 4B
against the charcoal tarmac,
pecking with blade-black
beaks
at some flattened thing
in the middle of
the London Road ,
hopping highwaymen
pecking
then checking,
glancing,
dancing,
expecting to fly,
then hopping back and
pecking again
quick as thieves
nicking stuff,
on nervous legs
preparing for the bounce off
or bus
can come and turn them
into the sort of mess
they are pecking at.
Sin eaters.
Twa corbies
borrowed from
the Dark Peak ,
here at the traffic lights,
pecking at Death.
Then, later,
two
like flapping, tattered
binbags
stuffed up in a
leafless tree,
on finger thin branches
clawing at the All Souls’
sky
just
by Johanna’s flats,
hunched
down into their shoulders
finger
smudges of rain
on their tarpaulin wings.
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