Thomas Aidan Hiscock – Mussel Cove, Falmouth, Maine – 2025

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Deep in the woods, where the hills are lonely and the wind whispers to the moon…

Lies a field.

The grass is tall, swaying in the breeze – gossiping; chattering; passing secrets…

And in this field stands a tree –  

A hanging tree. 

From its branches hang the dead… and the dying – 

Screaming people… bloodied, bent, and broken people… 

There’s a man here.

He stands in the tall grass – silent, staring — eyes fixed on the bodies twisting in the wind…

“Wind chimes,” he says, pointing. 

A woman with no arms and no legs hangs from a rope.

She cries out… full of God.

Her nose starts to bleed, keeping time on the ground below. 

“Wind chimes,” says the man, pointing… 

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