Black Matter

Black crow on patio,
Why come you?,
In times when wishes wane,
Black crow sit outside bedroom’s window pane,
Black crow still.

Oh spirit of night in day,
Please spread your wicked wings and fly away,
Through heavy rain below saddened clouds,
Black crow, you must leave loud,
I must protect my home.

You, the monument of my coming glum,
You, I, prominently becoming dumb,
Unspoken, numb,
Unbroken but done-
Conceding to black matter.

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