birds are chattering like seeds
on naked branches
last days of autumn
how naked i have become
bark, rock, and birdsong
gazing at mountains
as i have lost everything
i know but one thing
everything must die
fill me with your chattering
let me remember
spring will come again
i know no better life than words
i know no better death than none
i sweep the shards of pain away
and enter into silent song
- Laura Tattoo
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