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RE: The Blazing Heart of Danko - Poetry + Dsound Reading
as trees bent bows to rake the weak
and lame who stumbled, as the storm
I love this moment, it's so amazing when a poem can use its rhythm to present potential metaphorical connections. Here the stumbling of the people is juxtapoised to the storm as if the rain itself is stumbling across the landscape. No idea if thats what you intended but it stuck in my head