Once split, twice shy, the tree
Will not disclose the plight
Of those condemned to be
Embedded out of sight.
They never speak of her.
Whatever once occurred
To make a prisoner,
No one will say a word.
Only the bark is warm,
In places bark is not,
And when lush Carpo’s storm
Shakes the wood, the lot
Of trees exempts such places,
No motion and no sound,
No sense of human faces,
Except the wetted ground.
3 comments:
Richard, your "edit me" link didn't work for me. Is there a colon missing after http ?
No, "Edit Me" didn't work for me either, though I'm not sure what it is or does. In any event, it seems to be a Google or Blogger issue, not one which can be fixed at my end. Let me know if you discover something I should be doing (about this problem, not about my life or attitude in general).
Oh, as if I'd ever presume to counsel you on THAT. Sheesh.
Yeah, I'm not exactly a technological wizard here, but sometimes I surprise even me!
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