Barbed Wire Ballad
Rusted wire against a tree
Year by year recedes
Inside of the circling bark, invisibly
Consumed. Relentlessly, the oak tree feeds.
The countless rings of outer bark
Enwrap the wire within.
Thus Time is absorbing me. I mark
The circles choking me. I’m taut, stretched thin.
Copyright © Steve Eng | Year Posted 2009
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