A Poem About Death — A hollowed heart, a haunted soul,
A mortal corpse, now hellfire’s coal,
Filthy, forgotten, food of worms,
Tearful is the one who in flesh-grave turns. Broken battle-tools tarnished with mud,
A soldier’s flag stained by blood,
Lost lover’s necklace across the breast,
A Magpie spots it from the nest. Bright black wings and blacker eyes,
The Magpie dives down for its prize,
In peace it perched, and necklace pinched,
To fly home again without a flinch.