Someone’s heading for a fatal victory.
Trees gesture like tragedies.
Sacrificial dance of Judea!
Trees flutter like sacramentals.
This–a conspiracy against the era:
Against weight, number, fraction, and time.
This–a veil torn apart:
Trees kneel like tombstones . . .
Someone’s arriving: Heaven is the entrance.
Trees salute like festivals.
May 7, 1923