I wonder where the crows are
going as the car grinds the curb,
another set of eyes entangled in
the flesh and bones of this burned
down day, each breath a delayed
payment, sentience a beat down
the moment you wake, the child
holding my hand never mine as
you walk away from your kin and tribe,
as if fleeing was all that’s left, coils
unwinding as I loose the incense,
blessings unwound as they leave
me burning on the altar,
frying pan and fire another
payment I evade, this
distance built between us all.
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