Otherwise， he would have dropped dead.

    So that was proved.

    Crow reclined， marvelling， on his heart-beat.

    And he realized that God spoke Crow-

    Just existing was His revelation.

    But what Loved the stones and spoke stone？

    They seemed to exist too.

    And what spoke that strange silence

    After his clamour of caws faded？

    And what loved the shot-pellets

    That dribbled from those strung-up mummifying crows？

    What spoke the silence of lead？

    Crow realized there were two Gods-

    One of them much bigger than the other

    Loving his enemies

    And having all the weapons.