apt 132

the song of
the woodpecker
seeking grubs
in the lifeless
corpse of a
discarded
mannequin
plays mournfully
in this absence
of light
furrows carved
in a fixed look
of exquisitely
agonized longing
weatherworn
in a state of
relapsed divinity

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