1.0Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)https://www.fullofcrow.com/poetryElynnAlexanderhttps://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/author/admin/rich600338<blockquote class="wp-embedded-content" data-secret="C3dQoBXCcp"><a href="https://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/ford-october-2013/">Jason Constantine Ford, October 2013</a></blockquote><iframe sandbox="allow-scripts" security="restricted" src="https://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/archives/ford-october-2013/embed/#?secret=C3dQoBXCcp" width="600" height="338" title="“Jason Constantine Ford, October 2013” — Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)" data-secret="C3dQoBXCcp" frameborder="0" marginwidth="0" marginheight="0" scrolling="no" class="wp-embedded-content"></iframe><script type="text/javascript"> /* <![CDATA[ */ /*! This file is auto-generated */ !function(d,l){"use strict";l.querySelector&&d.addEventListener&&"undefined"!=typeof URL&&(d.wp=d.wp||{},d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage||(d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage=function(e){var t=e.data;if((t||t.secret||t.message||t.value)&&!/[^a-zA-Z0-9]/.test(t.secret)){for(var s,r,n,a=l.querySelectorAll('iframe[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),o=l.querySelectorAll('blockquote[data-secret="'+t.secret+'"]'),c=new RegExp("^https?:$","i"),i=0;i<o.length;i++)o[i].style.display="none";for(i=0;i<a.length;i++)s=a[i],e.source===s.contentWindow&&(s.removeAttribute("style"),"height"===t.message?(1e3<(r=parseInt(t.value,10))?r=1e3:~~r<200&&(r=200),s.height=r):"link"===t.message&&(r=new URL(s.getAttribute("src")),n=new URL(t.value),c.test(n.protocol))&&n.host===r.host&&l.activeElement===s&&(d.top.location.href=t.value))}},d.addEventListener("message",d.wp.receiveEmbedMessage,!1),l.addEventListener("DOMContentLoaded",function(){for(var e,t,s=l.querySelectorAll("iframe.wp-embedded-content"),r=0;r<s.length;r++)(t=(e=s[r]).getAttribute("data-secret"))||(t=Math.random().toString(36).substring(2,12),e.src+="#?secret="+t,e.setAttribute("data-secret",t)),e.contentWindow.postMessage({message:"ready",secret:t},"*")},!1)))}(window,document); //# sourceURL=https://www.fullofcrow.com/poetry/wp-includes/js/wp-embed.min.js /* ]]> */ </script> Death in the Woods  The taste of many brittle years already spread Across paddocks without a drop of rain Is bitterness profound as Death begins to tread Upon the graves of names which still remain. Death is slowly passing through the woods alone With many kinds of trees becoming prone To loss of grip among […]