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ELEGY, WIND-WHIPPED

May 23, 2011, Joplin, Missouri

1. REFUSE

Doll hair—brown yarn—

loops round a hickory’s jagged

limb and she dances

the wind like a human body

clinched above

the gallows. See—your own

eyes stitched open as hers—

there is no difference, batting

or flesh, still you will

hang, emptied by my breath.

She could be dead. Easily

she could be your daughter.