Pine Tree

You planted that pine tree Evergreen like the love for your sons It did not last. Uprooted. Ripped apart. Cut in half. Told to leave. Like a loss of limbs you tore out the leaves. The needles. Needless. Fruitless. A symbol of your love You damaged more than wood. A reminder of what had been lost The sap ran fast like blood. The torn bark. Deafening. Silent. Lifeless firs. Drowned by rain. By tears. A picture painted violent. Sap and blood to colour life’s canvas The firs and feelings used as brushes. A masterpiece in failure Left unsigned. Left in pieces. Ruined. Departed blood. An empty space where your tree once stood.