Monday, November 2, 2015

A GIFT FROM GODOT



Tonsured tree
Enforce slovenly
The wilderness of wasteland:
The life;
Bare of greenery
Cobweb of stretching and stiff branches
No capillary, no viscera, and
Nothing for mitochondria
To power its dead cells

Disheveled head
Shear skins.
Nothing of wooden rings
To brace its perennial age, and
By asking:
An ageless deprivation

Gentle soul mine, sleuth
The missing link with ample hands
With rootless root:
A packet of photons
A gift from Godot!

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