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
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