black harvest

at the high tide mark
dead birds
literally hundreds…no
thousands of their bodies
littered in the sand
stretching off in a black arc

carbon copies
of our own
unique small death we buried
here beneath the stars

the youngest of us crying
begging to know how
the magic could ever
bring us back this life
when all we have
is each other

and this ritual of
uncertain faith
we undertake
in the dark.

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