You, Death

you listened to music

while I died drowning in tears night after night you

impassive hard as the

rocks you dug from the garden but never removed

we piled them up until they formed a mound a tiny wall like the invisible one that rose up overnight blocking out the sun forever and then

there were the vegetables that did not grow

I saw the signs

how everything that comes into contact with you dies

(neglected house plants garden beauty the truth love God me)

the sparrow hawk that hit the picture window smearing blood and feathers on the clean glass and

lay in the front

neck broken

you scooped up the bird in your hands and your eyes impersonating profound sadness and regret related how beautiful it was

and then you casually threw it into the woods


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