I am the seer
I died there best I can recall
my son became an orphan
when he heard the guns boom for me
like a solitary bell tolls at church
come the sun no dawn broke
to resurrect the breath we shared
just bitter ravens
they perched like Old Testament prophets on carboned trees
and kept their counsel
but did not fly again
or if they did my son he could not tell me
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