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Okay, 'Dryad' like is the most romantic poem ever about giving blow jobs to strange men in an idyllic forest. I can imagine David Attenborough narrating it, in sepulchral tones, and then going 'Oh ... fuck!'

For woods are forms of grief
grown from the earth. For they creak

with the weight of it.
For each tree is an altar to time.

and what is a parent to a child but a god

who we turn to when we still believe
that everything is fixable