Poem from ‘The Owls Were Real’

I can taste the earth, in the air
Something has happened here
I can't let myself imagine what.
I have to stop and breathe, and the air is thick.
There is a line of trees, touching each other, crushing
As we go through.
Three snakes came first, and the owls came next.
Hundreds flying.
Twisted branches, pale cracked earth, fears. 
I came out the other side.

Owls fly
Hundreds flying.
Sound like nausea
Crushing, crushing.
Lean together.
Climb to the top, high.
I was scared, standing alone and together.
What would there be to say?
Where is this life coming from?
Cracks running all through the trees and branches.
We came out the other side. 

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