Where are the crows
Hovering around the dead
With noise of feasting
Mounting around the corpse
Left over of life struggle
Nature must be cruel
To lay foundation of others pain
At the crows mercy
Such act, will it be called a favor
Should I say blessing of creation
For allowing the crows to be created
To do natures dirty work
However, the dead ain't complaining
The worries of this world
Vanished when the hearth held is breath.
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