the executioner’s crow
there is tension
and then it goes away
no explanation
you sit back & look
for a new way in
there has to be a treasure
down there somewhere
you mark the spot in your brain
and you fly away
so many times I’ve been
destroyed
but you always come back
digging me up
from the grave
this world has always been
white & blue & black
the latter near perfect
in its execution
october two thousand twenty-two
copyright j matthew waters
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This was really well-written
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