crow

i saw two birds, one was dead,

the other picking at its head,

and when the killer left and flew,

it made me think of me and you.

maybe you were a lesson,

for what i still don’t know.

i don’t think i’ve learned anything,

i’ve got nothing to show.

these days i just envy

that headless fucking crow,

for it knows peace that i’m not sure,

i will ever know.