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Swelling out of the ground
a rough gray face –
three holes stare from
a hollow bulging tree root.
Two vacant eyes
meet my own.
I recognize the
dead stare.
A mouth agape
speaks words of sorrow
only I can hear.

Elm tree
howls
from its core.

The tree
with human mask
calls out to me as I walk on:
We are the same,
you and I.
I know you.

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