Meat Life Trunk Wind Severed Twisted Poem by Terence George Craddock

trunks violence broken splintered
matchstick snapped trunks ripped
meat life trunk wind severed twisted

middle tree was gust suddenly gone
far right tree rip burst a half hour later
my favourite time breathed still stands

roots raw earth mixed up reach broken
limbs rip torn reach up in split supplication
tree trunk branches lie on side grounded

just past grey memorial gates
of war remembrance they grew
over sage sentinel seventy years


Copyright © Terence George Craddock