A Tree House

The rubble was still rising after the direct hit. The private dens were in ruins. Salicin ? Do you know the- willow-bark ? My father said, the spirit of the tree healed and removed the suffering and pain of man. Celebrating the cease of fire, death moves in a circle, seeking the truce between the- cage free neighbours. Don’t pull out the tubers, the roots. The ancient souls- live in them. The psyche, you will have to read off mute greens. Ask the questions. From the wounded earth, will be an electric response. Satish Verma