Nowhere

Nowhere is a goatman
draped in wolf pelts.
The forests come to him when they want to die,
he carves them open,
places both hands into the heart of each tree like prayer
and pulls out their gold.
He does this for every tree.
He does this for every tree.
When his work is done
he plants the gold in the sky
waits for the rain.
When the rains come they cry forests into the mud
This is how trees were born
in gold and raindrops.
Each night, Nowhere burns the sticks of dead forests.
He breathes the smoke heavy
enough to see their lives.
He does this for every tree.
He does this for every tree.

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