Mrs. Yolanda Nicholsen Poet Chant Royal

Banyan Tears

i'd lifted myself from the tyranny 
of war i'd triumphed over 
the sorted mountain sparingly scattered 

throughout a fascist abyss vaguely 
i'd remember freedom a calmness 
withered beneath my soft brown skin
 
bathe within the shameless 
beam glowing from my wide brown eyes 
i'd witnessed the trees weep 

in the deep silence of the dawn 
awakening too soon before 
the morning dew rashin enough 

moisture to cleanse the warm blood 
from the coarse bark dripping solemnly 
into the the sinking roots rising 

wrapping clinging again to the stretched out 
branches posing as arms of strength 
continuing to embrace flesh and bones 

of dark ripened nectar my heart pounding 
the smell of damp breath angry hounds 
gather near the bottom of the wood
amidst what is evil and what is good

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