Savvy Poem – Cruel Comfort

Inspired by the poem ‘Little Tree’ by e e cummings.

 

How could I hope to comfort you?

You with your feet hacked off,

your roots left behind –

left behind to be nourished –

fed by your mothers and aunts,

by those unwilling to let go

of the remnants of an existence that once

was you.

Whilst I?

I have nothing to offer you

by way of sustenance – just

cruel heat,

toast, and

death.

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2020

Image courtesy of Pixabay.com

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