Untitled English Poem

Blue tree lichens coat the bark like velvet skin

Red abscesses on wood, putrefying the organic musk

Veins ov mushrooms shaped like ears that can hear

Tunnels and terraforms, mine shafts ov the Grandfathers

Today I rooted trees back into thee earth ov HER

To render my ‘sins’ futile by scratch and scraw,

The birds caw, ascending brittle hills of tree skeletons

Pain creaking in my winded old man soul, sighing in the wind

Standing on thee edges ov the froth and foam,

My feet grace the Irish sea

The Kelpie Seal succumbs for AIR, and we share a space and time

On dark roadways passing in an English eve

I think… to this I gave.

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