A Crowd of Crows
He Lay stiff
His black shoes size twelve or more
His Knotted perfect tie
Drew my eye
I Knew his eyes were closed
I dare see his face
Long crooked knuckles crossed his chest
As he lay in his dusty best
Behind a small crowd
All strangers to me
My neck tingled than froze
Stain glass windows lined with crows
Has time begun are come to none
No words
No tears
A room full of smears
I walked straight out
My knees red and creased
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