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Yesterday

Yesterday I watched a grave unravel itself.
I silently viewed as a shovel unpacked all the sorrow and resentment of an expired life.
I saw the cemetery reject these gifts the underworld brings to the surface.

Yesterday I watched a bird fly backwards.
I saw its trajectory migrate back to the cold it wished to escape.
Perhaps even birds struggle to avoid the wintry hands of fate.
Its wings…fluttered in a syncopated rhythm.
Its bosom expanded in a manner shockingly familiar
To the beating of funeral drums.
This was no longer flight but a death march.
The air currents played pall bearer.
The breeze whistled through the trees.
A fitting eulogy to this scene,
As nature sheds and leaves its final rites.

I saw a bird fly backwards yesterday.
I watched as a grave unraveled itself.
I stood vigil as the cemetery gifted this avian a final resting place.