It was void less on the dead tree branch,
or what was once something reaching
for the heavens but now it is rootless.
Digging into the earth, like a tombstone
of remembrance entwined in razor wire
woes.
It was cur once, now it is cut upon even in
death, every breath of life the world temps
it with just cuts deeper.
And the onyx crow, just perches on it.
silent, it just gazes at the others
neatly put into shallow graves of despair.
They are naked for all to see, for all to gaze upon.
stripped of decency. Shallow graves tease as though
they wish to flourish, roots are dismembered.
But where the branch fell, where the dismembered
remanence ****** of self horizontal.
When a tree falls no one hears it...
When the now guillotined life falls,
it fell upon its executioner..
In the woods now one hears you fall..
They bleed into the wood, the egg that hadn't
hatched now cracked open, a chick will no longer
fly high but sit on this deathly stripped void.
Every now and then, when I look out my window,
I see the field, and a crow with gapping vision.
And a silhouette of someone....
There neck arched and a smile crocked,
as if to say this is a coffin above ground..
And there slowly rotting in the earth that took
them all...
When a tree falls, when the leaves are stripped bare,
only the bones show, and it like those before
are just images of what fell when they decendedly silenlty.
Dec 6, 2019
Dec 6, 2019 at 6:58 PM UTC
It was void less on the dead tree branch,
or what was once something reaching
for the heavens but now it is rootless.
Digging into the earth, like a tombstone
of remembrance entwined in razor wire
woes.
It was cur once, now it is cut upon even in
death, every breath of life the world temps
it with just cuts deeper.
And the onyx crow, just perches on it.
silent, it just gazes at the others
neatly put into shallow graves of despair.
They are naked for all to see, for all to gaze upon.
stripped of decency. Shallow graves tease as though
they wish to flourish, roots are dismembered.
But where the branch fell, where the dismembered
remanence ****** of self horizontal.
When a tree falls no one hears it...
When the now guillotined life falls,
it fell upon its executioner..
In the woods now one hears you fall..
They bleed into the wood, the egg that hadn't
hatched now cracked open, a chick will no longer
fly high but sit on this deathly stripped void.
Every now and then, when I look out my window,
I see the field, and a crow with gapping vision.
And a silhouette of someone....
There neck arched and a smile crocked,
as if to say this is a coffin above ground..
And there slowly rotting in the earth that took
them all...
When a tree falls, when the leaves are stripped bare,
only the bones show, and it like those before
are just images of what fell when they decendedly silenlty.
