The woodpeckers Knocking the fuck Out of these winter trees Are roofers reborn As birds Whose sole Consolation in falling To their deaths was to be given This work of sheltering Us in the invisible
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The woodpeckers Knocking the fuck Out of these winter trees Are roofers reborn As birds Whose sole Consolation in falling To their deaths was to be given This work of sheltering Us in the invisible