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Six Feet Beneath the Snow

crowtombstone [1]58 words

Deep from head to toe
into the second sleep,
sister to the crow,
she does not hear me weep.

A continent away,
a sky and ocean apart,
I am her last born stray,
I with my leaky heart. 

No, we won’t ever meet,
resurrected mother,
the shoes now off your feet,
with father, uncle, brother.

25 January 2015