because they marked you
to cut down later
i don't know how to be with you
my boundaries, rootless, flow
so i take pain personally, but i look the other way
when i walk by, nearly every day. sorry.
when they decided to remove you
they should have
instead, they marked you with blue spray paint X
aka, unsuitable for the cemetery
but useful, for every mourner to see
but not a priority, something to take care of later
i wish they would let you fall
apart like in the forest
when trees die becoming
home 2 fox and rabbit
today i reach my arms around you
and listen just
listen
to your not-breathing
is that how death happens?
was i too late?
bark crumbles from your arms
back to dirt, back completely
when the snow melts
and the rains come
then the sun
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