and all I can think of is sad things about wood about how from child to adulthood it's stuck where its put and stood where it stood I wonder if wood would avert its eyes if it could
soaking up the blood of Hemingway's brain and staring into the grieving eyes of bed ridden Twain unable to scream at the Adam and Eve, twain as they fruitfully leapt into the mortal plane
does it retain in its rings and grains (more than brick walls and marble veins) memories of plague strains and reining Charlemagnes
do they like their scars and bloodied stains or is this just a little inane/insane