POEM: Judgment Day

two eye whites through a slit
shifting from side to side
standing in this alley
no sounds heard far or wide

it's quiet out tonight
it never was before
this silent mode of flight
mute rumble in my core

if I should die before
I sleep, I pray, this day,
not for a one to mourn,
but, please, carry me away

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