Stark naked
I stand,
Before the tree.
.
Someone once said
That the trees
Were
‘Petrified,’
But
.
I view them
More as being
.
Angry,
.
For
It is they
Who are honest,
.
It is they
Who have cast a shadow
Of guileless armament
To stave off
The coming flood,
To smile back with eyes
Like shadows
Phosphorescent
And dripping with light switches
Of decaying malady.