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5. BROKEN

Stripped and strafed—another

casualty—their skeletons

spear the sky. Shag-barked

hickory, catalpa, a 135-ringed oak.

Debris perches like turkey

vultures on their arms.

Each one, a splintered body

to be hewn and dragged out

of town, put to the pyre.

They deserve this much, at least.

Smoke masses, and

grief re-greens the sky.