This dignified oak tree, standing, still
We built and nurtured it, you and I
How I wish that you could see it now…
Wish you could see its orange leaves fly
I remember watching it grow strong
You were its role model, don’t you know?
It mimicked the way you would stand straight
And the way you would gracefully grow
But tonight, although it stands upright
I see its face now reflects my frown
And the proud oak cries its orange tears
They fall into a pile on the ground
Unwilling to leave, I lay by you
And I rest my head upon your stone
Cursed be the day you abandoned me!
What nerve you have to leave me alone!
Therefore let the maggots feast on you
Tonight they make Swiss cheese of your face
And I’ll stay here ‘till they eat me too
Until Death rescue me from this place
Author notes
dedicated to Dan
written for Beat Day
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