Eulogy for a Crow

I've made up my mind going to clean out the attic today leaving nothing but cobwebs behind... photos of people without names car seats -chrome tables - baby rattle snakes dented pots and pans a guitar slouches in the corner without hands dreaming of chords never woven songs never molded from clay. It's all just ex-rated anyways it's all just excess anyway. Things of past importance scattered into cardboard boxes of chaos of the never remembered and the long forgotten. Then out to the curb everything must go The garbage truck offers garbled eulogy to the crow of mourning.