crows call chaos
before you let the stone
loose from your sling
shot after shot
and you have forgotten when
drunkenness takes you
took them long enough
to find your body
what with all the rain
the past two days lidded eyes
stare past the living up to you
who floats above as nothing
a nonexistence
breath; to breathe;
having had breathed. there is little difference after the fact.
crows still call: who won?
who won?