The starving tree

An earthen pillar immobile
forever with someone forever
abiding by it, under its leaves,
naked, skin and bones,
walking in place to home.
There in a canyon
it is tall, it is alone,
but for the man asleep in it
whose arms, over time,
begin to branch, begin to flower,
& under that the earthy bower
on a heaving lung sounds
of nothing in the air of nothing,
& lays down for an hour,
& darkening then as the canyon
darkens in the pitch of night
both things starve, both things die.

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~ by Jeremy on May 23, 2010.

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