Timothy Marshal Nichols


Maple Of Shame - Poem by Timothy Marshal Nichols

Standing, once standing
On the corner
Tall, thrusting, proud
The new spring growth
Of vibrant purple leaves
Three fingers glinting in the sunshine

One day of violence
Savaged with a chainsaw
Branches falling
Living limbs crashing on the grass
Then crammed in the back of a car
And taken to the dump

All that remains
A solid trunk
Deformed
Splattered, mauled
With bright white scars
Where once there was forgivingness

Thirty years of growth
All lamentation


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Poem Submitted: Friday, June 1, 2012

Poem Edited: Sunday, June 3, 2012


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