An empty tree where nothing
Hangs but human chains. A race
Defined by all its crimes, fooled
By grace, a hollow taste of
Metal tears, the rust of
Years congealed in hope, a swinging
Rope. Soap in mouth, headed
South, planetary rout from (toward)
Who knows what. The end is near.
Or is it here?

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