TREE WILL LIVE

I wish they'd steal my poetry

And put it up on walls

Whether looming over cities

Or in tawdry bathroom stalls

I have no need to copyright

These words are not my own

They're reflections of my inner self

And my long forgotten home

I feel myself connecting

To these poets come from yore

In this time of our conclusion

That has often come before

But now our words are paramount

They are tantamount to purity

In this age of un-becoming

Which is fraught with insecurities

It's hard to tell of comings

When the world is so long gone

Indentured to a constant rapture

Enrapt with parcel, played and pawned

Covet packages and statuses

Yet with no meaning of their own

The ambivalence of ambulance

And it's constant siren's drone

All the noise is in the background

But not a thing has come to fore

They hide causality under blanket

And pretend there's nothing more

They deny their own antithesis

With their thesis based on lies

Refuse to pay for what's been stolen

And leave their thinkers ostracized

And so the capsizing is coming

Feel the weight come pull us under

Surely then the bough will break

As this ship is pulled asunder

Snapped away from our own mother

Broken kindle made of twigs

Without the substance of the father

There's no way this tree will live