As I lay on the beach

Under tangerine skies,

Amid scattered

And twisted debris,

Thirteen dark birds

Were dispatched

From the sun,

And fast they came

‘Cross the dark sea.

They came to escort

A lost soul to the west;

Some soul that was

Newly set free,

And their black

Beady eyes

Looked around

For their prize–

Oh, why were they

Looking at me?

 

–Photo by me