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Like the crow over death, the crow in mourning
I call to the grey-black sky
Shifting, evermore shifting
As it contemplates the weight of the world
I am at once unity and contradiction
A universe caged
The body manlike, beastlike
Borne to humanity on fallen leaves
50 years yet to cross
Shaky legs, the universe stands on
Shall I sing for those fallen behind?
The weight burdens my voice
I come up flat noted.
They’ll find me through the corn fields
Corvidae picking at my still warm face
Hands, knees, toes
I will smile in death
I will smile in rot
04/22/2026