frzr:

          DAMAGE .          like   a   crow   trapped   in   your   belly   and   beating   to   be   freed .          such   a   living   weight .          such   a   wild ,   screaming   weight ,   black   bodied   and     porous   boned .          it   grapples   inside   you .          it   grapples   to   be   outside   you .          when   it   tries   to   swallow   you   whole ,   fight   back .          NOT   PREY ,   BUT   PREDATOR . 

          DO  NOT  STAND  AT  MY  GRAVE  AND  WEEP      //      i   am   not   there .          i   do   not   sleep .          i   am   a   thousand   winds   that   blow .          i   am   the   diamond   glints    on   snow .          i   am   sunlight   on   ripened   grain ,   i   am   the   gentle   autumn   rain .          when   you   awaken   in   the   morning’s   hush ,   i   am   the   swift   uplifting   rush   of   quiet   birds   in   circled   flight .          i   am   the   soft   star   that   shines   at   night .          do   not   stand   at   my   grave   and   cry .          i   am   not   there    ;      I DID NOT DIE .

B.