Tree
I mourn your passing
urged on by dirges
wailed by saws
and other human
devices
that sent slices of you
to the earth
that waits
knowing it all ends there
where all is made swift work of
where more of you reside
Birds fled
clouds parted
each blade of grass bowed its head
and I stood
my spirit spent at
your demise not written anywhere
I mourn your passing
urged on by dirges
wailed by saws
and other human
devices
that sent slices of you
to the earth
that waits
knowing it all ends there
where all is made swift work of
where more of you reside
Birds fled
clouds parted
each blade of grass bowed its head
and I stood
my spirit spent at
your demise not written anywhere
but on my soul
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