Bodies broken, prayers yet unspoken
Crucifixes held so tight, hands bleed
If the generations are starved, stolen
If taken from mothers or forsaken
Nothing matters forever now
Not our actions nor history
Shattered hopes, nightmarish sleep
Our seed grain is lost and decayed
If the wise humans are silenced
If surrounded by fools
The honest are paralyzed
By fear mongers and regret
The ignorant are frozen
Transfixed by false beliefs
As a Raven, I watch and grieve
In epic sorrow, for all of species
But particularly humanity
Watching, waiting, warning
That a beautiful species will die
A loss of the clever, the able man
With rising black clouds billow
Rising, full, heavy and threatening
Clouds pregnant with mourning
And evidence of burnt legacies
Watching closely, patiently
I shall be loyal to the last
As winds carry the burnt ash
Corpses of the lost beings
Awash in waves of entropy
Nothing left for my kindred
We are meant to be companions
Alone now in a vacant planet
The home of the newly damned
On a bare branch
a crow is perched
- Autumn evening”
BashÅ
