wild justice
(i)

the wild corpse
self lost to entropy
killing injury clear
under the dust

keened
that’s what the watcher did
silent keening
eyes of shock

it left
returned
bringing community
eyes of mourn

one prodded
a prompt
a try
for waken

keened
that’s what the watchers did
silent keening
eyes of shock

and the shock blunted
mourning
slowly became
let life live

they flew
all of them
the living
they left

the corpse
the wild injustice
funeral
magpie





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