Why the fates have helped me, I do not know.
When I got word in the woods
They had found something and I came
and saw you there, mauled, shredded,
and picked apart.
I nodded to the crow that held your eye
in its beak, and it nodded back.
Your death was unwarranted, but not
I’ll play the part of the grieving spouse
and I’ll find a way to carry on.