These trees fall on their knees for you
Systematically, they are devoured
And we grin
And pick our teeth with their bones
Can you hear them?
Butterflies the color of fire
They are screaming
Tears drip from iridescent eyes
I imagine they taste like nectar
There are eyes that live in the river
They weep no more salt
The waves,
they plot like politicians
To swallow us whole.
Do you blame them?
Can you hear them whisper?
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