Dead trees know, being
wind-taught and carved
by time. No longer desparate
wih foliage, their sap
clotted, roots unclenching,
they point flayed trunks,
unburdened of all
save one or two branches,
like Chinese characters
brushed upon the rice paper sky
or spastic crosses.
It costs them everything.
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