A spine is a spiky line,
A spinney spiky bushes,
An entangling thorny copse
Of brushy, scrubby plant life
Where some creature’s spiky spine,
A long dead doe’s, for instance,
Might lie palely in the shade.
How you name things. How you warp
Us to subdivide your thoughts.
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