I Love Them Still

The people I once loved,

 I love them still.

Though their ghosts

etched jagged memories

now clutched by the crow

who cowardly yields

 to the flaxen guard

so afflicted by troubled years.

These people I once loved,

 themselves carved

against the grain of freewill,

 failed to please, a family

who now acknowledge me

 in the weathered undertow

of  barren corn fields,

renewed only by a scythe

and ruthlessly cleared

of all that once flourished,

but now flees with the crow.

I once loved them,

and I love them still.

The End

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