nose straight
broke off
lost in the snow
of ages and that
happened long ago
that town died long ago
same scene
better circumstances
clear spring day and the sound
of feet shifting through grass
that sound from long before I died
those angels playing
many dimmed smiles and carefree eyes
found a soft fleshy
thing in
high grass it
was held together
like a raisin
had no discernible stench
that meadow went barren many years ago
no one goes there anymore
the little girls and little boys
are sure of one thing
they say that it's haunted;
they sing.
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