Crows’ Skin

— Samuel Webster —

this morning
I woke up with my
crows’ skin on
kyrie, eleison

I shall find
my father now
whose soul took flight
christe, eleison

or my friend who
took his life
no longer lonely now
kyrie, eleison

my dance-away lover
crushed in a car
she waits for me
spiritus

perhaps just perch
in a tall aspen
watch the legged peoples
unnoticed seraphim

man being the creature
aware of his demise
driven insane by this knowledge
kyrie, eleison

my waking days
in this crows’ skin
seem shorter now
christe, eleison

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