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Sway, boughs sway

Contortion of pinion arms never still

Sway nightsky away

Flesh draped on scars and crippled will

Rasp of rusty brace and rotting grins

Mouths like wells

Rise bottomless blame

Retch blood and shame

Throats scoured from his name

Wear her skin

And sink, willing to drink

Black skim

From a breast of virgin

Dance the weepers way

Dance, drowning white branch

Shriveling roots, roots slaver wades

Dance, in gangrene trance

Pursued past your days

Tread weepers way

That only dead could sail