Come Home You Are Missed

Alone in a forest pitted and rotted
Arborian pillars rising knuckled and grey
To neck-cramping heights
So much happens at once
Bark hanging like sack-cloth from sweeps of bone, like empty flesh
Alone in a forest pitted and rotted
Branches shorn, stripped of greenery, stripped of dignity
So much happens at once
The naked ground pestled barren
Unearthed roots strewn and dying
Privacy is priceless to me