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Some are curved as Mammoth tusks.

Others squared off in biscuits.

Blade-hewn ochre rainbows. Steeped all.

Brittle now, once wet forged.

Rough on fingertips.

Dying whorls as intricate as Kells books.

Bleeding whisky-hued water-

pooling in cracks dark as blood.

Some riddled with gnarled roots.

Others smooth-grained as coffee grounds.

Now mere husks. Seasoning.

Earth infused. Fit for flame.

 

Copyright Tom Tide 2018

 

 

 

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