Broken Bough

Updated: Jun 9, 2025

Hurled, as you whittled: down.

Perched on lush lifeline

You cut, and rage at bark scratches.

Draw sap, draw blood,

Eat sown seed.

Blown down by whirlwind branches,

Lie cracked beneath climbed shade and breathe;

Inhale life from molested leaf.

Were I the trunk underfoot?

Uproot brittle bone, and leave.

Forfeit the forest for the tree.

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