Richard Roberts

Richard Roberts

Project: WOLF'S CHILD - NORFOLK 2015,

Role: Crow Usher

I was the Funeral crow.
Part-usher, part-performer, part comic turn.
Every night: the enchanted woods
twilight and darkness, wolves and maids,
songs and stories, birth and death
One for Sorrow, two for Mirth

“Find your inner crow…”
Well OK then……mine was somewhere between
Dicken’s Grip and Eric Idle singing
Always Look on the Bright Side of Life.
though my Mirth crow turned out more Jack Dee.
Three for a Funeral, four for a Birth

We were team Crow, a parliament, a murder
Sometimes a dozen, but once just a handful
With two hundred souls to guide
I don’t think we ever lost anyone
but the wolves howled in the distance.
Five for Bone, six for Dust

Come on little walkie-talkies, follow the crows!
The crows know all there is to know
Or are we the lost guides with blind eyes
Are we just the black stars in a white sky
We DO know the thin line between man and beast
Man or horse?
Man or goat?
Man or stag?
Man or snake?
Man or wolf?
You all look much the same to me.

Come on little walkie-talkies, follow the crows!
The crows know all you need to know
Ours are the sharp beaks and claws of anarchy
Ours the tangled mess of darkness in the canopy
We are the ragged-feathered sentries on a post
But we know the thin line between man and beast
Man or stag?
Man or wolf?
You all taste much the same to me.

Come on little walkie-talkies, follow the crows!
The crows know all you need to know
We are your repository of fear and gloom
We scull and soar in viscid air.
You think that we are harbingers of doom.
But look around – we’re everywhere
Come rain or shine, famine or feast
It’s a thin line between man and beast
Man or stag?
Man or wolf?
I’m not fussy, as long as it’s nice and fresh……….