hungry for silver,
less black than alive
with glimmer from nowhere.
trees burn with angles
seared on the white.
here, days ago
the ice took its payment
branches collapsing
to chiaroscuro -
these split-headed giants
flung down their due.
litter, dark litter
everywhere glistening
broken and bent
edges ice-lined;
tall fathers bent-armed
and begging pursue
the night with its shadows,
its cloaks and their light.
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