When They Took You From That Mountain (4)
No one would come you said,
it is a miracle you found the tip the first place you assured
when the knock came at the the door to the mountain.
You looked out from perfection
and could not see the light,
the grim figures hidden by their own shadows.
They rapped once more in impatience
you know why they're here,
they don't understand such alone beauty.
Now they're knocking down the door
and your crawling backwards from them on the floor
grasping the leaves and what's due from the morning.
And they've got you
and your clawing
and the Crows, ravens nevermore keep calling.
Your nails
in the floor
as they drag you swiftly out the door.
Taken from the home that you loved.
-Matthew Koutzun
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