Raise your hand
if there’s never been
a violent death nearby.
With one hand in the air
turn and look at how
alone, how
privileged
you’ve just become.
Put your hand down.
Those black feathers
that have appeared
in your hair?
Pay them no mind
until you are home alone
and can pick them out
and place them in a box
where you can stare at them
whenever you feel
a little too divine
and want to remember
how human you are.
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