caw caw caw

Caw caw caw crows shriek in the white sun over grave stones
          in Long Island
Lord Lord Lord Naomi underneath this grass my halflife and
          my own as hers
caw caw my eye be buried in the same Ground where I stand
          in Angel
Lord Lord great Eye that stares on All and moves in a black
          cloud
caw caw strange cry of Beings flung up into sky over the waving
          trees
Lord Lord O Grinder of giant Beyonds my voice in a boundless
          field in Sheol
Caw caw the call of Time rent out of foot and wing an instant
          in the universe
Lord Lord an echo in the sky the wind through ragged leaves
          the roar of memory
caw caw all years my birth a dream caw caw New York the bus
          the broken shoe the vast highschool caw caw all Visions
          of the Lord
Lord Lord Lord caw caw caw Lord Lord Lord caw caw caw
          Lord

--Allen Ginsberg, KADDISH V
NY 1959