The Crow Remembers

Through the mist

the crow is watching

the beach party

as they pile up the stones.

He watches them build them

higher and higher

but he’s not impressed,

he knows that the stack of stones 

was even higher once.

Their ancestors built it first

and the crow remembers them

remembers their faces

through the mists of time

in life and in death.

Remembers that

it formed a stairway

all the way to heaven.

That’s what they told him in life.

That’s what they tell him in death.


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