moors were once forests
 national parks heavy industrial
 this oak headland a pitsite

 lads snap off livelimbs
 anarchic coppicing
 black dogshitbags sway
 on limbs left alone

 don’t visit in a storm
 oaks are lightningtrees
 people can be oaks

 oakgroves of druids
 duir means a door
 exit and entrance

 raw open wounds of sacrifice
 still bleed sap

 this hand has molded
 a garden out of wildlife
 words out of nonsense

 she used to say “when
 one door closes
 another opens”

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