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Dec 2020
THE TREE’S GHOST

My uncle took an axe.

“No...no! ”
the tree said.

But he didn’t listen
turned it

into wood
silent wood

that only found
its voice

again
in fire

cursing and spitting
at the dark.

I return
to the wood

gaze into
the nothingness where

the tree used to be

It’s ghost
gazes back.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
45
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