wild justice
(i)

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

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

it left
returned
brought 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 to be
let the living live

they flew
all of them
the living
they flew

the corpse
the wild injustice
funeral
magpie







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