Living With the Enemy
Truth’s not just in the beauty of our trees
cherry blossom
it’s pervading bouquet
the falling confetti
Truth’s whatever hangs from the tree
like branches
and fruit
perhaps that lynched refugee
Truth’s also insidiously part of the tree
toxic leaves
poison bark
spears used in our savagery
Truth’s sometimes hidden by the tree
shallow roots
slithery snakes
the rotten core we cannot see
Truth’s deeply carved into the tree
a lovers name
the idolised hero
our past disgrace of being monkeys
Truth’s symbolism comes from the tree
a carpenters son
the scourging whip’s handle
burning cross of supremacy
So what truth do we represent to the tree
maybe it’s master
could be it’s slave
More than that! we’re the common enemy
By David Kavanagh
Copyright © David Kavanagh | Year Posted 2022
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