The Tree
By Thomas Herr
Congratulations you are free
The island has an elderly tree and is free
Is free
And the branches crack
And the bark peels
The sun shines in through the southern window
Brightening a musky morning
The day after -
Congratulations are due.
And so having won
Election
You feel compelled to
Shout out to
The Mountaintop
And the tree becomes bare
Brittle
Bark is dark and scarred
And there is no audience they are
Filling a netherworld between
Yesterday and reality
And the leaves fall and few return
And as the morning erection dies, as it does
You realize
It is that The Tree was.
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