Since the low of hanging one
Executioners ceased doing
Sometimes crows have been hung
After one had stolen the fire of God
The field has burned down fiercely
Even now
The view is the original
Even if the sun were eclipsed
In the etched magnetic field
A crow is hung
the execution of the cow
beyond reach of the human spirit of animals
Can you see the person
With a straw rope
Who goes to the wild field?
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