Trouble the wound to heal itself. Trouble
the earth, the river, this starry night bleeding
with animal eyes. Trouble the trees to not shed
their leaves before fall, to fall only from age
and not the tractor, chain, and backhoe.
Trouble time to smooth over scars, for scars
to act as warnings, and warnings to sing.
Sing to suppress pain. Sing to embrace it.
Sing to ease the trouble out of old bones.
Trouble the song to lead the wanderer home.
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