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Your ivory paleness

weighing heavy

On my shoulder

stay there steady

I’ll carry you to a forest clearing

There’s a shallow

hole in the ground

A heap of roots

torn from the earth

Cast shadows like

a pile of bones and antlers

Fir branch to mark this place

of sadness

You were found

in a forest clearing

Like an Indian charnel ground

A heap of roots

torn from the earth

Crack the bones,

crack the bones

get to marrow

Scared people

that trample in a stampede

The tracks and leads

dissolve in motion