morning song

mourning tools are not set by
      stone     they are chosen by
      the howl & sore

of wind     mourning sages do not
       rise with sun-shriek nor
       tire at sun-sink

mourning song is neither presaged
       nor pretooled     it is worn
       by age & tear 

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