death feels like a memory

“I imagine death so much it feels more like a memory.” —Hamilton

there are too many crows outside my home. which means:
there is a crow outside my home. 
a beloved old lady once told me, 
“crows are the harbingers of guests.” 
i imagine death outside my door, knocking
on the wood. i imagine death and i 
knock on wood. i imagine death 
as Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows Pt.1:
three shadows in robes and smoke 
crossing a bridge. the only one who survives 
does not see death. the only one
who sees death survives. i imagine death 
as a guest.

how do we see death if not as a memory?
who do you see when you see death?

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