the long sleep

the long sleep


We got up late that morning
bills all bills paid
it was autumn,  a morning and cold
righteous and smug under the duvet
I have 500 photos taken of threes 
young trees, mature trees
and pale, dead trees, birds avoid 
Should I make a collection titled
"Trees in our life"
I have on my nightstand a must-read
book so far left unread
it is the "must read" I dislike
Olive trees can last long and are 
useful for Palestinians as long 
as grim settlers stop burning them 
These horrible people who believe
God has blessed them
and they suffer from the arrogance
in their ethnicity 
at the drive up to my village 
stands a tree that, if it could talk 
will tell us when Jesus and Maria 
rested, in its shade 
I have changed my mind about
dead trees, it must be lonely to be dead
to be peed on by drunken hunters
Life is like that
 we hate what we will become