Maybe He’s Right

EVEN IN DEATH

Dead wood in the yard next door
The locust that litters my lawn
One more slow death to witness
Gnarled fingers dying grasp

Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
The pileated woodpecker demands
I’ll knock you from your reverie

Listen to me
Listen to me
Listen to me
There is life here
Even in death

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