A Villanelle

The valley rips with every senseless cry
With borns but unborns swaddled in their shells
The crows have twice the better sense than I

I will not be this until I die
This ground that crusts the circles of multifaith hells
The crows have twice the better sense than I

In forests, still, my pen's on 'me' and 'my',
And 'we' nestles in nature villanelles -
The valley rips with every senseless cry

When uninportance is quite 'do or die',
I try to lie and know my place as well
The crows have twice the better sense than I

And on a hillside, dog-walkers nearby
I'd let loose animals in instinct-yells
The valley rips with every senseless cry

My faith is boundless, for it needs no 'why',
It punctuates the sky with drums and bells
The valley rips with every senseless cry
The crows have twice the better sense than I