Deadwood

All the browns of the world
From her trunk spill forth.

Though her boughs still sway,
Scavengers pilgrimage to her silent decay.

Eat and leave replete.
Hasten her return.

To rot is to be taken apart
As passionately as you were put together.

 

 

 

 

 


 

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