Fallen birchWhite barkSpottedThe empty plates of woodpecker feastsCopper oak leavesVerdigris of old wheat penniesFantastic formsLike a marble column in ruinsBut here it once livedThese are the bones of this beingWhite bark peeling, like lead paintWallpaper from crumbling horsehairInsect worlds , tunnelsAnd woodpecker buffets
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