Tree
...I saw you fall
fulfilling my prophecy
making me wish
I’d never written the words.
Piece by piece
leaf by leaf
they dismembered you
sliced your past from you
letting it fall
to the ground
where apart
it meant nothing
and meant everything.
The birds you’d sheltered
took flight
at the first cut
while others dared
to light upon
what was left of you
before it was too late.
Now there is
nothing
where you were
but the dust
from which you sprang
a century ago
no words to tell of you
but mine.
