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