the cock crowed

crow was hidden in a scene
jesus at a palace and a simple
disciple warming hands at fire
the questions, the denials
betrayals
crow remembered the crow
of a cock, a morning cock
preceding the deaths and swollen
mournings, a crow of death
crow was goosebumps
crow knew another had
followed at a distance
this beloved and steps deliberate
singling out the grace to come
he could see three structures
upon a hill and a one bent there
as good as god
as good as god

crow remembered crowing then
at this scene, as seen to be
how crows dismay
crow was in flight now
as crow’s fly