Alone in a forest pitted and rotted
Arborian pillars rising knuckled and grey
To neck-cramping heights

So much happens at once

Bark hanging like sack-cloth from sweeps of bone, like empty flesh
Alone in a forest pitted and rotted
Branches shorn, stripped of greenery, stripped of dignity

So much happens at once

The naked ground pestled barren
Unearthed roots strewn and dying

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