Many Friends

many of my friends have left me.
i’m told it’s not my breath or odor.
they slipped out a backdoor way
and sprawled out on the floor

of earth, under trees of oak
where acorn acids ate their bones
and children swinging overhead
can scarcely hear their moans.

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