Crows

Frozen ground,
frigid sky,
my skin is parched
but my eyes
are damp,
and the world
earns scalloped edges
through this prism
of water.
At your grave
crows cackle
and dance.
What does it mean?
What does it mean?
Please.
Tell me this once,
what it means.

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