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halo blue light, moon through trees the dead lay
curled in the grass softly teasing the rain

light drops upon its naked skin the fey
delight the wood nymph pleasures each drop pain

each drop, a warming, bringing it nearer
to the mist, the clouds, the shadow glimmers

upon its back and legs, heat, a lover’s
heat, one even dead flesh can remember

whipping now, stinging its back, burning holes
in its ruined blue face as the dead dive

in and the living talk about rebirth
as if it were a given that’s the soul’s

vanity, hoping that it will survive
as its laid down in the dreams of the earth