Grief lll

The Crow falls silent – no more raucous cries

Slicing through the soft flesh of sympathy;

Only the shadow of a thought, black winged,

Slips into the suffocating darkness.

The fox crawls unnoticed through the friendless

Wastes, and retreats shivering to its earth.

The wild cries of the night visit no more

And we are abandoned to emptiness.

Tithonus sees with grim recognition

Our restless inaction, haunted by death’s

Rancid perfume, absorbed into our bones.

We see no contours, the colours are bleached,

Winds die and we are lost in our own home,

Our calls locked away in sound proofed corners.


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