Dramatis Personae
descends on branches
of writhing White Birch
climbing
past Vetala's
vaulted stories
slender and serrated
branches bouncing
as Sedklin's Chickens
dance to tunes of people
desolate in Villages lost
And so
Yima begins to dig
while milk rivers and
kissel banks of the Potomac
overflow,
leaves shrivel
ill disposed toward the living
an unclean death for
Simek forgets
warnings of wise men
and the Apprentice
grabs the Broom
once Again

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