The silence of this black cherry orchard
Invites that which in me was denied
To enter, now.  The leaves upon the ground
Litter my pathos, its minions still sorting
Through the order misfortune destroys.

The broken canopies of trees cover
My feculent soil in darkness.  Fauna's hooves
Have ceased to tread the path that remembers
All the names which linger
In absentia.  How eagerly to part
And die
I wait.  Futility is marching against order.