kith

[milo]

Version 2: switched to a more consistent meter, made a couple word changes, not sure if it really is any improvement, may actually be worse.

Kith

I am not the rook or the crow,
or the intricate brooch at your throat. A feather
to rest in the brook of your brow.

Your song steals the wind from the low
that mourns with the bleat of the lamb. My brother,
I am not the rook or the crow.

Your bones take the crush from the blow;
the thick articulate stutter. Our father
will drown in the brook of your brow.

We hide away hide away flow
and slough through the muck and the peat , we slather.
I am not the rook or the crow

as they wax and they nettle the grow
we loam away, quietly pine, we gather
at peace in the brook of your brow.

So I suitcase away this sorrow
and whisper the sough and the scatter .
I am not the rook or the crow
to hide in the brook of your brow.



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I am not the rook or the crow,
or the intricate brooch at your throat. A feather
to rest in the brook of your brow.

Your sing steals the wind from the low
that laughs with the broken down lamb. My brother
I am not the rook or the crow.

Your bones take the crush from the blow
the thick articulate stutter, a stick. Our father
will drown in the brook of your brow.

We hide away hide away flow
and slough through the muck and the slather.
I am not the rook or the crow

as they wax and they nettle the grow
we loam away quiet, we gather
at peace in the brook of your brow.

So I suitcase away this sorrow
and think that in time it won't matter.
I am not the rook or the crow
to hide in the bough of your brow.

milo