A catalog of signs and arrows

I'm working on a catalog of signs, of arrows
with stubby beaks like sparrows,
resting places for gazes. Tomorrow

I'll make final edits and post, broadcast
to all my readers. Exact directions cast
a net of goals and safety. Last

night we mourned, drank, and fought.
Who died: it could be anyone. I ought
to tell you more and show you what I've brought.

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