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Crooked Forest Beside the Cemetery 

by Christina Ciufo



Beside the main road

and over a cracked stonewall

lays a crooked, surreptitious forest. 



Trees are contorted and twisted,

like the bodies of scarecrows

being staked, nailed, scattered,

and placed in a pumpkin field.  



A grand horned owl with golden eyes,

like two gold coins resting over a dead man’s

eyes, sees specters with ghastly, apathetic faces, blacken eyes

and dirt-covered clothes walking through the forest,

leaving their bodies to slumber in the ground. 

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