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The Place of Skulls

One crow, perched on the gallows, oversees the folly.

Still daylight — long shadows of a low sun —

The visible hides the visible.

Somewhere constellations turn like millstones.

After the body’s hauled down, the tree resumes

Its life as a tree: blossoming in season, bearing fruit.