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Beneath a dormant tree
in brown eggshell crisp leaves
a child found a white branch
with a red blossom.
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The branch bent at its middle
and the child, to hold it together,
presented it to his mother with
both hands. His mother said,
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Put that down. Why, he asked.
Because, she said, that is
unfleshed bone and a bloody
foot dropped from a crow’s nest.
Prometheus Unbound 