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​Black limbs with outstretched sleeves
full of holes and bloodstained leaves,
soughing from groves of
tattered trees,
blowing mournfully in a lead-filled breeze.
Thorns stem from grafted roots
poisonous runners sprout sickly shoots
tendrils smoking, choking, twenty-one gun salute.
Eyewitness videos can’t refute.
As soaking in a withering rain
the rotten gardeners remain
now all around us bears the stain,
deaf to the haunting refrain.
~
M. Zane McClellan
~
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