behind

Behind the sun again dogs meet ensconced in foliage.
Before devouring a bird angels release the shadow.
No idea what’s so funny about the dead dancing on the hills,
shoes unlaced, hearts vaporized, silent, nobler
than the deities and phobias they used to worship.

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