A Pepsi-red sky frames the white stone
City-still shadows swim across its face
Dry leaves fill the cold air
And invisible children rap their knuckles
On tree trunks the color of skin
Stone sieve, heir to the dead winter
Noble corpse, that headstone
Leaves lament their fallen father
Whose neck now enthrones,
Lord and marker
Statuesque carcass, preserved
By the rock
Preserved,
Like men wish their souls
Could be
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