"Hello, are you sitting down?"
Static filled our lungs as
this morning the sparrow
whistled a dire melody
A dirge, for brother raven.
Perched by the road where he lie,
the rising sun gleamed in his ebon eyes
the moment they closed on summer skies,
and wings tucked, fast at his side.
Unmolested,
as the cars passed us by.
Friend,
Forgive me not
my trespasses.
Many days I've past you by,
though I waved each time
I nearly never stopped
to notice the signs.
Silent. Reverent. Dissonant.
I carry you now, beneath
where you'd once loft high
and leave a white carnation
by your weathered side.
A sound substitute for a proper....
Good-bye.
+--+
(For strength, for honor, for blood, for you grandpa. Good-bye.)
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