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Poetry competition: Lamenting Tree

September 21, 2015

Lamenting Tree


‘When the last vestiges of life

have all but disappeared… what then?

When the last tree

has shed the last of its leaves… what then?

The last tree? I am that tree.

Under a cold dawn sky I cry.sole_tree_by_v511

The last to witness the sun rise.

Yet who is there left to hear me?

Now that we’ve parted ways you & I.

Who is there left to lament these words?

Now that I remain… the last of my kind.’   


copyright Mike Maasch



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