Ancestor Worship – Poem by Devon Henry

Poetry by Devon Henry

9 crows circled over my head and
said nothing as they passed, wind
slipped down the street, silent; rustling
leaves that dared not speak above a whisper;
for today belongs to The Dead and I
must surely rise again tomorrow

About the Poet

Devon Henry is a writer and poet from Los Angeles. Her work has appeared in Wired, Human Parts, Sybil Journal, and Medium, among others.

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