congressional murder of crows

the crow congress said something.
they gathered above,
wires as their soap boxes,
branches as their benches,
cawing about all of the matters that make
the day to day search for existence
relevant.

we passed, underneath, unbeknownst to them,
those who do not worry about the disgust others perpetuate
when a large man drinks two sodas in one sitting.
those who do not toss at night about the ramifications of
particular vote buying corrupt strategies.

I imagine the agenda was much more simple than that,
focused on the intricacies of crow life,
something I guess they’ve been gathering about
for the eons of their existence.

I wonder when they stop flying and think
why they are here?
I wonder if they re-contemplate
the move from the central Asia?
I wonder if they knew a pending car crash
would occur under their collective perch?

or was it merely that, a murder,
where the gathering of like souls
brings merriment?