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