stay_up_late

i can read an x ray with one arm tied behind my back

i see you
and you see me
but there's no glee in
entrancing a tree.
though your trunks twists are strong
branches wrapped around me
your bark chips and breaks
and leaves drift steadily
thinking your roots were strong
being buried so deep,
i found when unearthed
they were brittle and weak.
suddenly i epiphanied
maybe it's me
may be my fault that nobody watered this tree
that your roots might be stale
cos my shovel and pail
and myself i decree, turned your floura so pale
that your soil was taken
and your sunlight as well
would make your skin crack
as we covered your well.
then we nailed up signs of terrible lies
on your already fading and now lovelorn eyes
and then as i realized
perhaps it was me
all my trenching and study
as the death of my tree.