An Eternal Burden ~ poem

Unwelcome crow has come to perch,

Upon a weak and dainty shoulder;

Its weight a hindrance, its caws chaotic

Sounding in the ears of its beholder;


Casting shadows while its beady eyes

Fixate on trembling hands and knees,

Always near, in relentless pursuit,

When the frightened mortal flees;


Its presence is an untimely promise

Of an end to life, one’s final breath,

However, dying is quite irrelevant

Far worse things come after death;


No shoulder left weightless, none bare—

Defeat has turned crow into companion,

Once great, people stood on mountains

But now they plunge into the canyon;


Crows, how lovely, take one or more!

Your worth, its presence can determine,

Without absolution, ignorance is futile

For eternal is a Sinner’s Burden.


A.C. Mortale





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