as they extend their decaying hands down to the Earth they are suspended there forever until the birds grow on their fingertips and their lives float away like rescue boats.
as their starved limbs bend down in submission to this dull Earth their eyes seem to rot so as to blind themselves from their own majesty.
and the snow grows up their skeleton arms like prickling hairs that keep all the mammals warm.
but they bend their breaking backs and snapping arms down to an icy ground for us to take their fingers in ours and melt away what we've done to them. for us to climb up top and see our world as it would look to one who created it.
and we sit in our kitchens and laugh.
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