| The Weight of Trees The weight of trees Sat on the pulsating head Bowing neck crumpling Cylindrical colanders Funnels to emptiness Runaway hearts as sieves Littered dirge-filled banks Of heaven�s estuaries And from the Oak Forest Words of shame Little girl reposed in blue Watch as the ravens Fly past the orchids Never ceasing to cast eye to failing flesh shalome � 2004 |