Wolves / Crows

I leave my screams in the hole of a tree

Leave my woes in it's poisoned leaves

Poor tree

It's sap thick with my dull life's sicknesses

I greet the tree each sorrowful day

To leave my horrors and then walk away

My skin smooths over

My wrinkles clear and I can sleep

The poor tree

Pulls it's branches down to weep

Weighted down with sorrows deep

Poor tree

Poor poor tree

I used to hunt for it's shape in the copse

Now to the violent park I coolly walk

It's easy to see the burdened tree it rots

It's wounded by my petty discontents

But I refuse to let the poor tree be

I expect to find it dead

The scream hole scabbed

And a nearby sapling in dread

The poor tree

Pulls it's branches down to weep

Weighted down with sorrows deep

Poor tree

Poor poor tree

I have begun to fear the trees revenge

I know it's called out for wolves and crows

To make a bony necklace of me

So I can no longer horrify it's roots

The poor tree

When the lights go down low

Calls for the company of crows

Wolves crows great carnivores

To gnaw me into carnival bones