Eulogy for Trees

There are gravestones, each different From the other; the surf board wood, The furniture wood, the cinnamon bark The vanilla extract, the king coconut fruits, And many more. Even the old school botanists Are to blame for separating with little meaning, Like the colonials did in southern Africa. Every tree carries paired opposing lungs, Crowded … Continue reading Eulogy for Trees

Swordplay to Love

A country that runs on just about anything, Chasing the occident, the western way of life. How stand-up comedy nights, And big bad wolf book sales, Are the newest additions in town. We are only who we become, to change I suppose. The times I’ve laid in bed Wondering when will be the day, Jesus … Continue reading Swordplay to Love