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DEFENSELES Gun Series #4 ~Spalted Maple's rainbow colors come from a fungi, left to its own devices, can totally decimate a tree. It's late in the bare-bulb lit metal shed the lathe turns engine echoes the man shapes the gnarled wood holds the steel facing tool steady driven to shape something of use from this Spalted Maple stump saved on his special shelf but this time his making is empty there is nothing he can form to hold the ashes doesn't pick up the parting tool used to remove a finished piece instead grinds it down all of it to a pile of curls on the floor he scoops in his hands thinks about swallowing them ends up knees fallen heaves while the lathe motor whirs.
This is an exquisitely crafted, heartstoppinging poem.... brava...