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Splitting, inarticulate rock: Roots feeling out the silt in the cracks. Stunted, arthritic trees thrash The blue wind, which is pulling at twigs. A maelstrom of white voices brews. Ancestral voices woo. They ask me To bare my neck and remember Tsar Lazar and his bones. I bow my ...