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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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