crows are called scavengers
but they are our last visitors
they never let us die alone
they never let us decay
they provide a chorus of mourners
a crowd of protectors
a flock of worshippers
our souls take flight
we dance on the winds of night
crows mean untethered freedom
doves may be denizens of peace
do they fear becoming unclean
do they allow others to taint themselves
worshipped by a corrupt hand
an unattainable standard
to shame us in to morality
chained by purity
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Hufflecup
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The Sixth Element
Photo (DMCA) from Pxfuel Air was everywhere above the Earth and even below in the caves where they could feel a breeze, perhaps from the Gods and Goddesses, or Zeus forbid, from Hades, where Fire burned eternally without any Water to quench a thirst, let alone extinguish it, so far away from the ether, where spirit floated forever in Space.
By Patrick M. Ohana2 days ago in Poets
Comments (2)
Oooo, this was so profound, powerful and thought provoking! Loved your poem!
Quite thought provoking, indeed. Great work :)