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Tree, 1943

By Richard Mather


My roots are split

& my bone-bare branches brittle.

I degenerate in a cruciformed landscape.

There are many like me.

Perhaps it’s a sign of the times.

Woodcutter says we’ve been marked out

for timber or burning.

The genus, it seems, is being hewn.

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