Motherly Tree

i told her
she had a face
like a mother
chiseled by
fine neptune
she reached
out to me
in motherly
branches
milky way
star in
my eyes

they told her
she had a
face like
a pangit baboy
dying daisy
ever melancholy
bloody tree sap
no remorse


the kids
they told her
she was nice, that lady we saw had kids
       was that
before or after
the spade's gavel
hit home
   ended the journey
in her
butcher on wheels

see,
even in beggar fields
of earth and weeds
and thieving winds
no one is safe
at all, the air
strangles
tangles itself
through veins
wrangles and
cuts off all the-







           they'll find him...
eventually
him and his
       vacuumed bones
                         in the tree's stomach
                                    

                            so
                                 long