I stared with joy as the rainbow of corpses filled the sky
When I walked into the forest I saw
Bodies hanging from every branch of every tree
Funeral rain washing away these caskets
And days like these are the happiest we will ever be
In the winds of winter under the crying moon
Vultures flew down, their sadistic laugh in a dissonant echo
In this forest land of snow, rain, and death
Where the vultures take their thrones
A world drained of color, all joy washing away
We all joined together to look into the
Horizon of the desecrated remains of the dead
Circle of spirits fill the bleeding sky
To forever watch their world that was taken from them
Michael Robertson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/you-call-death-a-tragedy-i-call-death-a-miraculous-peregrination/
