A Tree House

The rubble was still rising
after the direct hit. The
private dens were in ruins.
Salicin? Do you know the?

willow-bark? My father said,
the spirit of the tree healed
and removed the suffering
and pain of man.

Celebrating the cease of
fire, death moves in a circle,
seeking the truce between the?
cage free neighbours.

Don’t pull out the tubers, the
roots. The ancient souls?
live in them. The psyche, you
will have to read off mute greens.

Ask the questions. From the wounded
earth, will be an electric response.