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Fallen Tree Requiem

 
I place my hand on  
your cracked bark  
you look so foolish  
lying down  
after all those years  
of proud and tall  
just worm food now  
with not one leaf to wave  
   
If you could speak  
would you tell of
battles with the wind  
storm locked nights  
and nesting birds  
who woke you gently  
with each dawn
   
Those unseen roots  
in view at last  
such dark mystery  
you hid so well  
now point skywards  
your naked secrets  
blinking rudely  
as out of place  
as a marooned fish  
   
And now I sit  
so quiet and still  
astride your mighty trunk  
wishing I had brought  
a blanket large enough  
to cover these final  
embarrassed moments  
of your life  
to preserve what modesty remains  
before I warm up the chain saw
 
 
Written by Abracadabra
Published | Edited 27th Mar 2016
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