The Crows Descent Poem by Bernard Kennedy

Down like Zeppelins, swooping to prey,
a fast food call by in the hermitage field
at Skreen they come.
The field up cut for black clad birds.
collection done now hair cut field tight
as a crew, cut, they come.
The heat was on, work and play
in the hillside meadow of Sligo Bay.

The crows, and carrion, over crew cut field,
as tight as west point barber cut.
Tractored and clean, unmarked
unlike Wimbledon, and billiard table.
Damp spot where gathered grass waited,
a patter formed like a landing strip.

Four or five flaps and landing gear
down, radar spots target. Pick and preen.
A gathered in residue. Feeding the crows.
Descent from branch pew and sounding bell,
and tractor nunc dimittus sound,
they eat their tea at compline.