by le loup

two dead birds in the grass
and not a soul noticed as they passed.
so i stopped and dug a hole
in the rain-darkened soil
and buried them as deep
as dying goes.

noone kows the grave but me
and one careless god who might have seen.
so be careful where you step
‘cause it might be on the death
of two little birds
and some of me.

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