-Woods
Drafts piercing stiff wood
In a gale of falling change
Young trees come to bear
-Mold
The worms and the mold
Lie amid the scorned ones—all
Decaying leaves, lost
-Skulls
Quelled skulls do not speak
Scattered around barren floors.
Their Memories, last...
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