What would you say
To a tree where it lay
To roots too exhausted to feed
Like a snake
Upon the tail of its own seed
Fasting in this very moment
When shadows are spurned
And the rivers beneath it
Boiled by the torment
Of leaves one by one burned
By the fire your wounded heart lit
What would you say?
I will never know
For who can hear their own wake?
I am ash
And you now the wind
Upon which only sorrow may blow
Like smoke that forgot to pray
Losing its only friend
In the blink of an eyelash
A life, once a forest
Now scarred by an erstwhile promise