Deliver To My Love
Where they laid my love to rest there are crows -
two sentries standing at the large white cross
which marks his grave. I shout as chill wind blows:
Show me, my Love, how I can bear this loss.
To heaven soar above, dark-feathered birds.
Deliver to him my beseeching words!
Sept. 30, 2019 for Joseph May's Make It Six Poetry Contest
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