Death of a Tree.
The Death of a Tree
and the Meeting of a Black Man in the
Darkness as the Pathway smudges
It is better to Cross at the crossing
under the Light of a Belisha Beacon
than to be in the Pathway of a Driver,
Who is Led by the Winds of a
Keep to the Pathways, walk around the
Smells of the Broken Branches
& let the Black Fear rise inside
you to be Watched.
Missed out a whole Page.....?
On the Death of Trees -
Two recent i Remember
So Tragic -
Sensitive, Tall, Straight and Good,
the Trees Leaves Whisper their Song
in the Wind
When one of them Dies
Chopped up, arms and legs in a Machine
- Twurling, Turning
Churning around in the late Autumn
Darkness of a Saturday Night.
Roots in the Air
A Way to Save a Tree and its Roots?
So long a Voice Speaking through the
and the Years
& all it gains with last Breath -
Is, My love for a second.