I once sang sweetly o'er this, what catches mine eye;
My thoughts so shrill now, I am tinny with disaster;
No esteemed dead are buried here, though the evil tree was grafted;
A cut was given and a cut is returned, scatter their pollen deep away in the earth.
A rhythm I avoid
Your notes are still so sour
My seedlings you destroyed
Your orchard's background flower
A cultivar I found
Red is the poison sonder
True citrus is unwound
Lime is who Lemon's fonder
So sudden was I drunk
Psychotrope red suffusion
In my lapse I was stung
Crabapple's self-diversion
To wander round the trunk
Stumbling, cross, gnarl'd root
Rotting fruit laid out-rung
Mixing cyanide and soot
But apples are a pair
Thus it is, I had cried
Till one falls without care
Branches lilting from their pride
It wasn't anymore
So I withered in stride
I would shake the tree o'yore
And so snakesong would subside
In taking your silence
I will slice your boughs down
With your seed a new-fence
With your voice a never-sound
