Sunday, November 02, 2014

Poem: Tendrils

By Jack Brummet


When a tree is chopped down
Volunteer shoots sprout
From the roots,

Sending out tendrils of life 
In an urgent last gasp
— A genetic S.O.S.— 

Like what they say 
Happens 
When you hang a man.
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