I came upon a murder one day
beset with black
but tarnished bloody all the same.
'Sweet nether-birds,' I said
'And friends of frenzied words-
I departed dearly known to live again
What chance do I have here?'
Said the murder to my voice
disparaging a grim repose
'Harken not to avian ears,
but keep thy eyes to ground,
for in thy past, thy eyes were cloudward
'tis better-far-to mind thy steps.'
Second verse by Joshua Kulla
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