Why do I bend so
because I’m alive
when I am gone
I will be so hard
like a dry stalk
seeds rattling in my head
don’t tempt me to
turn over that card
I’ll be with the living
not with the firewood
my army travels
quiet and light
harvesting what is
ready for the axe
be wary and exalted
we will come tonight
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