Inspiration

look up to the tattered flag,
the tarnished cross,
the buried ankh hanging on
corroded graves.

hear the ferocious warbling crows,
the tuneless hymns of nature,
praise the setting sun,
the rising,
the pulse of these voices.

I’ll scribble down their names
while you seek new voices.
just let someone,
anyone,
tell us where to seek

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