It Happened With Ravens(Poem)

I followed the talk

the chatter and clack among them all

and saw it unfold from the sodden field

there it was, in stark shades of black and gray

upon the rusted brown rails

themselves the color of old blood and unresolved grudges

not a murder, but something far worse

an unkindness on the tracks

I watched in silence for only a short while

then quietly walked away

taking care that I left unseen, unheard, unnoticed

I had enough regret that weighed me down

my own rude unfriendly acts

that chilled like poison I had given myself

so did not need their critical eyes or sharp attention

my own bitter burden would suffice

this knowledge of my small small heart

let me do better