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Obsidiansong



Obsidiansong


fire burns neon red
but cuts a swath of darkness
charred cinders where once
strong sturdy trees raised their arms
ashen leaves drift into dust

strangling smoke billows
trails black fingers across stone
growing, thickening
hardening knife sharp and hot
carving its warnings in jet


--2001



Poetry




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