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see no evil, fear no evil

i counted seventeen vultures

circling above to rend my spoiled flesh apart

and feed me to their starving children

.

i thought i saw a raven

mocking my unfortunate fate

perched solemnly on a chiseled granite bust

weeping with plutonian pondering

.

as the foolish crows

sang me a heartless elegy

the epistles crumbled to ashes in my palms

and my fountain pen dried out

into blotted shadows

.

if only heaven were to open up

and save me from the ominous darkness

but there’s no room for another soul

to save; no vacancy to give

.

so i huddle beneath the branches

of the dying willow tree

and waited for them to take me alive.

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weeping willow tree

tiredness, the willow trees

outside are whispering for

quaint attention.

the night is young but i

am dosed with strychnine

and nitroglycerine

and evergreen on my lips—

and i ended up stumbling on

the porch steps and i

ended up sleeping among

the enveloping branches of that

weeping willow tree

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