The Dead Wood
Men, entrenched like ancient trees
who's branches mock their roots,
their trunks engorged with gnarled disease...
embittering their fruits.
The axe gleams brightly in The Sun
beyond the shaded edge,
where with one swing its work begun
it fells their broken pledge.
To cut and clear the rot away
of stock that's grown too long,
where green shoots feel the light of day
and fledgelings find new song.
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https://wolfgarwords.com/2024/09/25/dead-wood/
David RL Moore
Thu 26th Sep 2024 16:27
Thank you for the early likes Tim and Landi,
There is a slight alteration to the text which is not yet reflected in the video.
Thank you for your reading and support.
David RL Moore