I'm a tree
Comfortingly brown flailing my arms
About shaking my green leaves
But why are you the murderous human
Yanking and yanking and yanking
And
Cutting and cutting and cutting
Exposing me
Exposing my roots
Hilarious
Ridiculous
I can't stop laughing you shout to the
Crowd
Over my naked roots
And when the shows over
You leave them there in the harsh cold
Sunlight to whither away, choke and
Die
Under your sunny ferocious gaze
YOU ARE READING
dying is an art.
Poetryim slightly tired by it all. • • • • • • *cover art is not mine*
