Kindra Austin Poet Sonnet

Sonnet 1

Upon the discovery of my death,
do not beat your breast, do not gnash your teeth.
Truly, do not lament my stolen breath.
sing hymns, and lay this body on the heath—
funeral march beneath the firmament.
Let the carrion crow consume these eyes,
a steel-blue pair of deceased ornaments.
Listen as the morbid corvidae cries
with ravenous glee over such a gift.
He will not let earthly flesh go to waste—
eat the entrails, and sup the warm blood, swift.
Do not deny my beloved his taste.
	A life that is done cannot be redone.
        Leave the bones to bleach under face of sun.

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Mystic Rose Rose May 22, 2021 at 2:59 PM Well composed sonnet dear poet, thankyou for sharing. Kindra Austin May 22, 2021 at 3:18 PM Thank you so much, Mystic Rose! This is my first sonnet. It was difficult for me because I'm not well-practiced in rhyme. I mostly write free-verse. I appreciate you taking the time to read me and comment.