lorepunk on Nostr: The crows taken over, with crystal-just caws, roost they in judgment, listen to our ...

The crows
taken over,
with crystal-just
caws,

roost they
in judgment,
listen to
our past,

all of
men’s missiles
in shuddering
pause,

dusk trees
full silent,
not even
a glass

would ruffle
dark feathers
with rattles
and snaps—

future side-eyed,
croaking:

you are
the last.