The raven sings
the blue jay cries.
the children scream,
while another dies.
but too far away.
8 to 3 was supposed to be tiring,
13 to 18 was supposed to be fun,
"the best four years" are now a whole life gone.
the seasons change
but the flock remains.
Until there are no blue jays left,
Until the cries die out,
until there are no flocks because
the birds are all scared of each other.
The Raven sings and
the children are buried.