I am not hard to find

I am not hard to find

On the hard scrabbled plain

With my taut and my drawn and my ache.

I am not hard to seek

When the air turns to chill

And the cold ashes rise in the breeze

I am not hard to be

When the old songs turn still

With the whisper and the shuffle conceal.

I am, as you know

In the crow that would soar

From its broad wings a feather to draw

I will always be found

In the bird that lies dead

Dead and scattered on the road to your all.

I am not hard to find

For I'm always with you

Though you flinch at the pinch as I caw.