Headless Tree

I lie on a giant rock in the middle of the river bed staring at the tree without a head Dry stump shooting above me Inviting one another into their bed Their nude bodies pressing against each other hugging and kissing one another They stand side by side on the river bank holding and shaking each others hand and sucking the energy from the land Two trees sprouting in the hot air looking dry empty and bare one without a stance and the other without a branch Adorn with menial clothes on their backs They stand upright among the crowded pack With limbs shorter than my hands They stand amid the guilty ones waiting on the dreadful decree All the other trees around them has branches that cover the vast land but the headless trees stand presumptuously with naked trunks and no leaves to cover Their upper torso and bloated knees They say that silent river run deep And it is very hard to compete But fish are swimming quietly under my feet And they are looking for something to eat The cardinal has returned with a strange beat It made a loud cry as it flew by The loggerheads are swimming around They too have seen something profound Spring has come and gone and the noisy crickets have taken over It is very hard to see them on the trees You have to penetrate them very deep The water stands still in the river and it appears as if it is not moving But at the end of the silent river you can hear it trickling and gushing over the rocks The trees have absorb the intense heat waiting anxiously on a hasty retreat The wind is silent too and it cannot break through Sweat is dripping from my tired face I wonder why I came to this dreadful place I dipped my hands in the dirty river and splash water all over my face To cool down this wicked temperature It feels like hell is brewing in America The mood is very somber and the behavior is improper The land of milk and honey has been reduced to blood money Trapped in a minefield land without nothing in my hand Every night I pray in the dark for God to take me to the mark I got up suddenly and walk along the trail and there they were waiting for me close to the roadside under a tree Three peculiar deers were standing there A mother deer and her two fawns looking exhausted curious and sad As soon as I dew near they got excited and scampered away The river is drying out and the rocks are swelling in the heat They are getting bigger and bigger and in no time everything will be over They say that silent river runs deep And here I am staring at the headless tree.