Crow’s Outpost
Out at the edge of Edgeville there is a place
Protected not by lines on maps
Covenant, rule or designation but
By utter wildness
Desolation for some
Deep abiding silence
Nourishment for others
This is not really a place
Perhaps an idea, nourished by a place
This Crow will always live in an outpost
Near the edge of Edgeville
At the boundary between
That which is thought to be known
And that which is inevitably not