that cold covid morning
a murder of crows
blackening the coronal sky
a raucous hell unleashed
upon the ailing earth
marking failing trails
those poor unfortunates
with their blackened blood
unto blacker vile death
all the dead
piled tactless corpses
on sorry funeral pyres
all that horror
sights long unseen
sorrow lay ahead
while senile terror
fills the hearts
and tainted souls
of every living
wanting crying being
all those dying
struck down
by dark viral angels
so few last requests
before the moon falls
from the failing sky
one last thing
we'll ever taste
before the sour sun
burns out
every tainted black bird
has closed its haunting eyes
death after daunting death
gaunt human beings
just waiting to die
and when the jaunty crows
all take flight and fly
dauntless calling out
barking and cawing
an ode of murderous word
numerous covid airborne
marking murderous days
on these dark cruel nights
while the imperiled world finds
that immoral death
is stalking the earth
carnal death
is close in sight
brown and black and white
while evil hides
in its armoured towers
so spread dead flowers
upon all our dour graves
as life is soured
by heartless viral knaves
scatter dead flowers
spattered with innocent blood
marking all those mass graves
heedless covid rules
without tact or care
grinning from deep within
oblivious of bleeding love
adorned with its choking stare

 

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