Looking

Are wildfires wars? Mass suicides? Surely

all the trees gather and decide, shiver.

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Eyes. Fires on mountains and mountains in fire

ranges across the coals. Ebbs and flows. Eyes.

Palms. Bark on skin and skin in bark. Markings

along loved ridges. Fingers and toes. Palms.

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Flee. Theatre masks over massacres

designed by the deployers. Flee. Flee.

Faces that will not be passed on, faces

that will without the faces before them.