When I hear a crow chirp I am reminded of death and his grievances. When I hear a robins sing their morning tune I am reminded death isn't permanent because robins sing in the journey to pleasant immortality.

she told me
I broke her heart
but she
had mine
in her hands
and she
was holding it
so tightly
and she
was stopping it
from beating
and she
was killing me;
what was I
supposed to do?