I wrote Nine shortly after looking at my bottle of medicine and counting the pills.
Just nine left… I began to think, “Where am I gonna get more? What happens when I run out?” and then considered the possibility of what would occur if they were pills that were necessary for me to live. And thus, Nine was born.
I decided to use crows for my illustration. As each took flight, another pill was supposedly consumed. And with each, time carried the man closer to the end as shown by the time of day.
Anyways, just thought I would shed some light on that bit of poetry. Hope you enjoyed.