Forest of Backbones

grow a spine; I grew a forest of them
a separate tree for each new situation
it isn't the backbones I worry about
shining pale and segmented like knight's lances
upright and chivalric and possibly moral
but what dances upon the bone mold between them
not unnatural but certainly unnecessary
gnawing at the base of each sterling white sapling
either preventing its growth or spurring it too far skywards
forgetting its sylvan roots and the original point

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