..a travesty..

the trees mentioned it in their morning meeting
it was a clouded mess in need of a clearing
it ran high and round
through sticks and mounds
a proper muck
its thoughts got stuck
till the littlest still
waved a glowing shrill
schlavling and unraveling
her wings tucked into the suckling
they knew it would not
but the fleece was too hot
for it was a day they could not forget
the amnesia however had its place
do you know what's being said here
they asked again. no one answered
they shuddered in fear
because it was the thing
no one would ever speak of