Sleeping crow by Yan Isabel

dead remember
flame
ash
dream
bird’s dreaming

forest
fears dead
remembering

wash
water
with tear'
s ferocity

you forgot
souvenir
of shadow’s
sorrow
wearing
robe of ash

hanging
from

horse
throat
full
of blood
spraying into sea

think
of throne
sword

book

being bracelet

burning
tumor

talisman
crows catch

angels
annihilate
numbers
without
names

absolute
being

one
or other

night now
so
fatigued

fatigued
so fatigued
shadows
encircle

hour
horse’s
hour

clouds carry
tumult
of hours

hours
absolute
horse’s
hours

sea strikes
bird
& being

hell’s
hymn

stones
suffocate shadow’s
silence

sleep
sense
less

less

dream
absence of birds

come
crow

come
crow

sing

Christopher Barnet

Christopher Barnet

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