Least Read Poems About Graveyard

A murder of crows
always knows
about the beauty
of death

How it accents
like a bold brush stroke
on the canvas of life
a reminder of strife

On the side of the road
how it then showed
the end of our days
the end of it all

A precipitous fall
from more than grace
or a loss of face
this supreme most loss

Near gardens of stone
where we seek to atone
for all of the preciousness
we still waste