Lawrence Hall
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Macbeth Will Have No Say About It
Light thickens; and the
crow
Makes wing to the rooky wood:
Good things of day begin to droop and drowse
-Macbeth III.ii.50-52
Finishing
the chores as the evening light fails
And
high above me in the paling blue
Three
crows calling out harshly as they soar
Indeed
making wing to a rooky wood
Good
things of day, good animals, in peace
Are
safely penned in their barns and byres
And
we marvel at god’s kindness in all things
A
warm fire, lanternlight, supper, blessings
Let
us hear nothing of the tyrant’s foul plans
But instead,
happy stories, Evensong, then sleep
