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Raven's graveyard, sunken skulls

sprouting from wormpiles comes polished-onyx life.

Trainstation rhythms, whining wheels

growling with congodrummers to Great White Eels, Great White Eels

sliced over rice like shining hands, whisking outward on faraway lands.

Bird conversation of stranger ilk, born of barking heard over the hills,

speaks tindersticks' volumes of death and revolution

spraying from fists slammed into the ground.

Nature's education, swiftly severe

more powerful than towers or a child's wailings.

Death in Nature's garden stands like a stone

even by human hands it has no feeling here.

Catholic education, all hit and myth, "smells and bells"

some sort of trick target I won't shoot for today.

Your scarecrow stands more gravelike than human

Your cause is a phantom that fails to possess me.

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