The Tree Without Fruits Poem by RIC BASTASA

the way they handle
a tree without fruits is
crazy

it is as though
the leaves do not matter anymore

or the roots
or even the wood itself
or the living rings
within
that tell about
a certain
age

they are thinking about
a fire

they are cruel
and i think they deserve
to be
burned in hell

the value of the tree
is not just its fruits

mind you
trees also present memories
of their own

their roots too have
beautiful stories to tell

their twigs and lentils
too have dreams