Oh cottonwood
you raker of the breeze
with brittle noisy
shield-shaped tongues
you whisper through
your spidery veins
at the sky
How do you speak
when voices around you
are silent
Do you have that much
to say
or do you complain
for lacking feet
or wings to run away
from my ax
Tell me why you cry
those furry dandruff tears
of summer
that clog the grass
In autumn
your tired tongues flutter
to the road
and crouch
on shark’s teeth
like scorpions
With backs arched
and yellow stingers pointed skyward
Yes
whisper to me
of love lost
of fortune gained
Tell me again
oh noisy one
of your desire for mobility
Confess your sins
while you can
before the saw
sings
and silences forever
your eternal rant
for wings
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