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before we knew
one of them exploded
into a bizarre decoration
that circled a long dead stump

a death flower arrayed on
death’s palm
one would suspect there’s no feeling there
because one’s suspicions are

now I know LB died
and lB arose in her place
she scolded me once
for my cavalier naivete

only when the living missile
crashed into my skull
only when the darkness
became a dog and bit me hard

then I truly didn’t understand
i’ve a picture of the devastations
but nothing actually survives
the sky goes into it

directly