The Corpse Tree

This poem was an experiment in imagery, so it's intellectual content, such as it is, is minimal. But then, who said every poem had to be deep and meaningful? If words could paint, this would produce something decidedly dark and post-impressionistic.


The Corpse Tree

There is a tree
that grows upon
a blasted hill,
so brittle drawn,

and drinks the ground
to crack it dry
beneath the blaze
and iron sky,

with twisted lines
where branches reach
their knotted bones
to fill the breach,

but none will come
and none will see
this barren waste,
this broken tree.