The Crow Died

My little cousin found

   a crow falling

    falling into fragments

    into dust

      into dust in the

   corner of an abandoned


And the child cried out

   Only I heard

And there was nothing

           Nothing I could do to bring

         the crow back


So I took cousin into my arms

          and told no lies


Told no lies

            Held him close

                               and told no lies.

The End

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