My SotD for the 15th

-Jobs and days-

Promised storm for tomorrow, I stayed awake the whole trip
I sat up and thought what I would do there, the 7 o'clock in the morning,
in no year,
on no weekday,
in no month
Crops rot to the fields because you have to think of what you have done
Birds, as black shadows, rise to the Autmn sky
And there's a corpse in bed, still warm
But for how many years,  how many months

At night, I hear the bells toll
In this empty house
I dream of the great healer
wish you were a sleep

You're taming 4 black birds in the bathroom
They're helpless, ugly, Devil's beasts
all this death goes beyond our deeds
writes newer poetry, says the last words without making any sound
And even as it is Spring, wind tears the buds from the trees
laughs at the birchalley with the voice of a loved one
"You were the only one I trusted enough to be disappointed"
Now I'll hold these tears 'til I choke

And the ground is so light to walk, snow white
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