His Body is a Crow is a collection of surrealist poems by Steven Cline. They are a signalsign from a unknown place. A place of strange entities and folkloric thingamajigs, of cruelty and sweetness in dialectical communion. In these poems Word fornicates with Word, and Meaning has very little gravity. Meaning may be seen to float upwards, to blink in and out of any existence at any time. So skip the analysis, folks. These words are meant to be read by your underself, and your underself alone.