claws for feat

Early morn, the sun had sunk
In stature 'fore a bird.
Dead was I, and also drunk
But still I gave a word:
"Good to you, please caw and sing,
I want not see you go.
Please stay a while, rest your wing.
Hello, little crow.
"The world is hard, as for I'm proof,
It beats you 'til you've stopped.
From death I tried to keep aloof
But, under it's hoof, dropped.
"A useless bunch of bones and skull,
So stoic, on the street,
An eyesore and an obstacle
Beneath the horses' feet.
"I can't swift-swing a hammerin'
Or hold a sail from tear
Or holler that I'll be 'round then
Or now or here or there.
"No hand-kerchiefs I never had
For goodbyes to be wavin'
to brother, sister, mom or dad,
Jus' you and me here, raven.
"Can't shake from me the lot I got,
Like water from a duck,
Or ever be what I was not,
As such is all our luck.
"But nothing will be wrest from need
While I lay here and rest.
To you I leave myself to feed
Your belly and your nest.
"No sin'll take me 'low the turf
Nor grace that I have took
Will carry me above the earth,
Just you can lift me, rook.
"Though I be breathless, weak and still,
No spirit been released,
You have a job for me to fill.
I fill you now, deceased."