I have neither and I cannot escape gravity
so bird, fly for us both — my heart will soar with you
Yellow dirt near the walls
where curious crows carous
they caw caw caw as they creep
then fly to gingko tree boughs
the Qin river girl is creating
beautiful brocade with her loom
the emerald yarn is mist like
the crow’s shriek hits like a fist strike
abruptly, she stops the shuttle
and sadly thinks of her long lost love
she is lonely here in her room
her tears like the rainy gloom
but alas I see you crow
in the carrion half-light
of this midnight caisson
up to which you creep
this funeral hearse
where my world
does sleep
as you cluster
with your murder
in this chilling rain
to defile the entity
drawn in this caisson
I celebrate
that you cannot
the living presence it bore
is greater than you
your gluttonness lust
might pick the meat clean
pick the bones dry
but the soul it carried
has gone its bye
yes — this being
has lived well beyond this muscle
beyond this sinew tendon and bone
these were its limits
now it is gone
now it is set free
so help yourself brother crow
sister raven
birds of black
help yourself
the spirit here
will not be back
this essence has gone beyond
far beyond
to become infinite
pure thought
unbound energy
completely free
what you pick apart
is the afterimage
of a mortal
now eternal
so take your fill crow
have your way raven
fat black bird — do your best
engorge the inglorious
the rest has left
then be gone
scatter
and far off
this caisson
has delivered its miracle
and still she mourns
she is lonely here in her room
still her tears just like the rainy gloom
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rob kistner © 2021
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