Ravens line up in a row,
standing on the clothes and bodies of the dying.
They aren't hungry, and they aren't scavengers.
They simply want a life.
They hope to steal
what remains of the men here
to take as their own
to salvage their hearts.
These men can't use them anyway.
In acts of mercy,
the ravens steal broken pieces
to call in the eternal,
whatever that means for the buried birds.
They take what remains
and hope for more strife.
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