Threads

26 April 2013

Chop one branch and the
trunk will flinch.

I am the tree
in your soil.

The sum of my roots is
seven billion, minus one
dug up by shovels from
all directions--

from the south most often and
re-rooted,
a potted plant on your windowsill.
You are all my branches--

lose one and the tree
will tip,
I am top heavy

believing that the squirrels are trees too and
burying them in my dirt

swallowing their throats whole and
usurped by surprise each time we both die.

Reviews

[Delmar Cooper]

Donne, a dead white guy, did not consider other kingdoms, other creatures. To his discredit and your honor.