Why do the dead not return?
They do but only briefly.
They do and they continue
To live like everyone else,
For a while, like everyone
In the forest of the failed
Suicides. All the gallows
Turn into woodsy cabins,
Cottages in deep shadows.
These woods have their own voices.
These woods invented voices.
Don’t jump when they speak to you.
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