a crow looked at me

I sat in the bath trying to listen to Phil Elverum’s ‘a crow looked at me’ 

I’d been warned but there’s no hiding from this grief so I listened anyway. 

I cried and cried for him and then for me and then a bit for everyone that has ever lost love. 

Then right in the middle of toothbrush/trash YouTube interrupted with a sports bet ad and I cried even more. 

Grief in amidst the techno hellscape seems to devalue the potency of human emotion and simultaneously fuel the absurdity of the human experience. 

No amount of pain will stop the world turning 

Nothing feels sacred or maybe everything feels empty. 

This poem was paid for by Sportsbet