Crow, cried out,
years of fear.
Walking the walls,
eyeing the land.
Dead lamb, dead lamb.

Superior attitude,
shrugs, the wind.
Whistles the frost.
Calls to the sun.
Black eye in the rain.
 
Look down, skyblown.
Survey teritory.
All is nothing.
We need nothing,
we own it all.

Pillory me as ever,
for wanting,
not wanting.
For being,
here eternal.
Dead lamb, dead lamb.

Apologies to Ted Hughes.

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