Immortality

The old man always pauses
In his raincoat as he comes and goes
Reaches in his pocket
To find something for the crows

The eternal crows
Anonymous they gather
Like to one another
As a twin is to his brother
A crow has not a face
That we should see lines on
Black his coat of modesty
Hides signs we could rely on

Secretly he goes
And leaves another in his place
Thus it is with crows
The eternal race

As a boy he fed the crows
Now the end is drawing near
Still he feeds as he comes and goes
After, they will still be here