The leaves fall
and the sick die.
The ravens pass
in long files
and beat their dark wings
again and again
eagerly scenting
the odor of wide-spread death.
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The leaves fall
and the sick die.
The ravens pass
in long files
and beat their dark wings
again and again
eagerly scenting
the odor of wide-spread death.