Crow realized God loved him—
Otherwise, he would have dropped dead.
So that was proved.
Crow reclined, marveling, on his heart-beat.
And he realized that God spoke Crow—
Just exiting was His revelation.
But what
Loved the stones and spoke stone?
They seemed to exist too.
And what spoke that strange silence
After his clamor of caws faded?
And what loved the shot-pellets
That dribbled from those strung-up mummifying crows?
What spoke the silence of lead?
Crow realized there were two Gods—
One of them much bigger than the other
Loving his enemies
And having all the weapons.