This Only Tree

Once a tree That walked as man Tasting breezes moved In seed with currents Tossed to churning seas Branching footprints Sinking upward In a breath Of stars and moon. Time the poison potion taken For bones excused as broken splints Shadows walking sideways into suns Anchored belly born to new eclipse Voices silent spoke of him Without a sound from lips Tongue to tongue Tasting flakes of kissing snows Trapped and bleeding With the chore of laughter From each gun, Wandering songs unsung; Nocturnal dramas lavish hand Stopping all external movement, Breaking in a bended way All bodies lost - Like hot fists pounding in summer sand Like lost hopes sifted, drifting Blowing through the fingers of each hand, And he will walk as man Once before, Again.