an above ground grave.
the bastard son of long lost revenge
contemplates his hand grenade love affair.
a murder of crows
swooping in swirling formation,
cutting boundaries of sky and schoolyard fences.
free will handcuffed,
walking six feet in reverse.
the heart is an empty consignment,
ever searching for its steel solution.
NB @ 6:42 PM
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