Some Remote and Distant Hope

from by Corbad



in the ivy, dead, it lies,
baring bones and shriveled eyes.
a dead crow in the leaves.

in the grass it lay before.
now, it isn’t any more
than dead crow in the leaves.

tragedy had struck its wing,
now it lies, a broken thing,
a dead crow in the leaves.

i will take its bones, inter
skull and hip to mother earth—
a dead crow in her leaves.

time will show it become more,
more than feathers, drying gore.
a dead crow is the leaves.


from Alone Before the Doors of the Silent House, released July 21, 2017


tags: folk Canada


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We will sit on the edge of ruin and talk.

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