2 trees

 

 

 

Two large dead trees sit in front of my sisters house.

Their decompose has made them far too unidentifiable

unbeknownst of another slumber.

 

If no birds discend in this renature, glare of emptiness

or the furry tailed rats wont scatter their fly effigies,

high-hatting the air like Joe Jones in that session

 

when he sat in with Bill Evans. If ants don't set the bark

on fire, admonish  them. Or sprinkle their colorless pee on

my bald head again like the rose petal terzarima

 

of a thousand English poets. If the old folks wont whisper

in agony their evanesce, tissue bones that break like

dried twigs in the cold.

 

Communicate with me Baby, the goddamn trees are dead!

And the dying was hard to watch. Call the arborist, like on

Sunday you call on Jesus.

 

If the stone where we carved our names in your wood like

love etchings to Tartarus is hidden now by you black wood clock,

or the worn ring of pain, where the bog was chained,

 

or my virility wasting away, causes a similar exclamation.

Dont worry honey,

the end will come soon enough/

 

When we passed you by but reached to grab a leaf

or tug a branch, no evil was intended, just the inconsequence

of a morning not stuck in the house smelling eachothers feet,

 

getting our exercise by walking past your dying, but we

knew better than to choose you as our hoodoo';

but two dead trees were so perfect.

 

Two burning pyres.

two sacrificed roosters.

A brisk wind that scatters

your ash as evidence.

Reviews

[sienikeha]

ah, coming here. so worth it. every time.

[caesarkreshen]

I might read it again later and try to comprehend what it means. As of now, it was fun just to ride through it and stop on certain images or phrases.

Nice. Nothing to say about this. haha. I hope there aren't typos that I missed. Had to review an old one since you haven't posted something new.

[Emily B]

oh, these were maybe the perfect words to read this morning

thank you

[Kristallo]

I loved the last verse; thought you ended that perfectly. I thought maybe in the line where you said "their decompose has made them far too unidentifiable" it might read more smoothly if you used 'decomposition' in place of decompose, but that's entirely up to you. It really doesn't take away from the piece whatsoever, though.

Communicate with me Baby, the goddamn trees are dead!

And the dying was hard to watch. Call the arborist, like on

Sunday you call on Jesus.

I loved this! Very ingeniously expressed. This is written with such ubiquity, and your command of language is wonderful. Great write.