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Carrion
Why the fates have helped me, I do not know.
When I got word in the woods
They had found something and I came
running
and saw you there, mauled, shredded,
and picked apart.
I smiled.
I nodded to the crow that held your eye
in its beak, and it nodded back.
Your death was unwarranted, but not
unwelcome.
I’ll play the part of the grieving spouse
and I’ll find a way to carry on.
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Excellent! Well done, sir.
Thanks, my guy.
I ABSOLUTELY LOVED THIS! I wish I was better with poetry, but you’ve got it! Loved the read, thank you!
Thanks so much! Sometimes a poem just falls into place, and this was one of those.