The Makings of a Medicine Man

After I'd boiled it for years and years,

the fluidity of love eventually became

just a sticky mush.

Still, I went ahead and used it

to try to seal the many cracks

in my old house---

only to realize

it was in utter vain.

When the roof began to leak,

I sat at the exact center of it all:

grew a few herbs

where my hair used to be.

crows---         

the dead suddenly  

more dead