The beautiful and brutal tapestry of contradictions,
the strong, resinous scent of burning pine pitch,
a state of ecstasy almost tangible,
a poignant sense of peacefulness
off the tips of the leaves,
low demonic growls,
eyes staring through the roof,
the defenseless dead
Found poem. All lines are direct quotes from pages 337 and 338 of Louise Erdrich’s novel, The Last Report on the Miracles at Little No Horse
22 Oct 2020
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