Nature's Death
Birch peek with bark eyes,
The hunter shoots, something falls.
They saw nothing here.
Such silent centennials,
All death merges into one.
Mushrooms fester slow,
Nursing and eating the oak
Which creaks, cracks, and groans.
Spring bears secrets fresh.
Grass shoots through antlers and bone.
Frozen meat for crows.
I can’t help but weep,
A dog is buried under sand,
Burned to ash and dust.
The barn smolders, scorched meat reeks.
Is it his or the cow's flesh?
Grass shoots through antlers and bone.
Frozen meat for crows.
I can’t help but weep,
A dog is buried under sand,
Burned to ash and dust.
The barn smolders, scorched meat reeks.
Is it his or the cow's flesh?
