Burning in the hopes through a forest
That is afire:
The bears have lit it with gasoline- there are no more
Heroes for hire,
And the little girls out on Halloween, costuming the
High tension wires-
The sun is a globe in a vase, the fish burn with ease:
Pornographies asleep through the old
Chassis through the ancient trees;
And there is something more than this, something sleeping
Down a slope that is underground,
Where candles burn
Telling of the burials of an ancient town-
Antlers shed through a forest in disarray; katydids leave
Their bodies on the open throats of
Stalwart trees, slipping nakedly, easily caressing
The forgotten playgrounds of yesterday.
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