linger eyes
and look to me,
in the darkest place
where your heart
rots and corrupts
your soul, brain
no matter, soul
and bone, and
feathers shed
your wings torn out
don’t matter. linger
eyes and look at me
where your heart lies
in the darkest place.
Writer in San Francisco, CA

Slid into heaven
Thanks to raven wings and bones
It is a dark room
Scattering of beads, thunder
I wake in the morn
poem written in Tanka form