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Cuffed in hail the silver birches knuckle
until hollow tibias shatter marrow- rotten sap
unable to sustain a tire swing
a bile-struck sparrows nest beneath fingerlings of twig.

Not canals within the Beaufort Sea
but back yards, salad gardens draped in post-wedding contortions
corn stalks still leaned into indecipherable letterings.

This is a sort of heaven
ravaged with thrush
moving as nomadic stations
along the hills
dew claws knick at windows
cracking shin bones
the trees amputations
the ice storm expands.

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Ravens are finally appreciated--
apostrophes hung low in the east
blackness, blackness to keep the white piked down
augured deliverance, interpretation
thermal scalded flight feathers
of shadow hawks who eye snowshoe hares
the rest and fall of prints along the berm
the sun's reluctance to thaw the sky.

There will be colour again
a common violet pricking through
another season--
ice storm, a passing, collective overture.

Tammy Armstrong is into destroying a liver or two.