Sea of Trees

They are silently screaming under the canopy Of the hundreds of branches breathing aloud Baying for the sky, the sea of trees Beneath their veil lingers not a sound Nor earthly remains of a thousand spite Suicides—who may yet wander west Through these woods, without respite, Step after step in purgatorial debt To the trees which they tainted with broken necks And minds numbed in narcotic delight As their veins became too polluted and wretched And left themselves to decay in the daylight Aokigahara, mother of permissive relief May your black trees shroud their endless grief.