Two Ravens

Two ravens -  
One silent facing south
Toward a poisoned land
Land of unfulfilled dreams
The other, massive bill
Clacking, feathers raised along 
Its crest, looks north
Looks toward a place
That might yet be
Unreal country
The dead horse, human kind,
The strangled river
Sits in the middle
Suspended animation
Neither fond memory
Nor bold plan
But a space of stillness
This moment building into power.