In the black dream-forest, crude
Carvings, images of wood
Warped, split, blackened, burnt.
In the anteroom of winter, porcelains,
Busts of imitation marble,
Mirrors in the warm shadows.
One stone can smash them.
Image of the plate glass window.
Beyond it, cities are humming.
Wolves prowl the feral wastes.
Reflected in it, images
Of burning. Images of darkness.
A forest of clenched fists, upraised.
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