GRIEF Poem: Crows Of Consistency, by Eli Brown

Crows carry me.
Sometimes one, sometimes two,
But never for long.
Some Crows bite more
than others, it
hurts,
But I make no noise.
Sometimes they drop me,
But never long enough.
Seeds start roots,
Crows come back.
Crows of Consistency
They tear roots out
And it hurts
Away they fly to the
next grove, Surrounded
By trees that have roots
Deeper than thought
Trees who have been in
The grove for years
Im in a new grove now,
And my roots, against my
Will, grow again.
As the dark comes,
Hic Corvi,
Here Be Crows.

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