Bare and naked it stands brown, brittle bark barren, leafless branches your toxicity torched it once vivacious now vanquished once stately now withered it waits forlornly to be axed I feel guilty when I look at it for I killed it too; unintentionally. yet, I feel like a murderer no different than you
No, I did not immerse your ashes as is the custom I did not want to pollute the holy waters I did not scatter your ashes on the ground the thought of the earth being blighted smote my heart I did not disperse your ashes in the air how could I sully further the already sullied I thought I was being wise when I buried your ashes deep under the ground in a cemetery but your venom seeped into the soil this tree, a dying declaration that evil cannot be interred with bones.
Nestled amongst the twigs of sleep every night amidst stockpiled straws of stolen sunshine adorned with knick-knacks of living my dreams lie cushioned comfortably ensconced within them is my fledgling poetry
Flapping tenuous wings of a new sprung idea my verse hesitantly will start its lone flight never ambitious enough of owning the lofty sky striving to float free of encumbrances then happy to home in to hospitable hearts.