I, who am wedged
and weeded and bred
in the forest of concrete
suddenly rooted and moved
to a garden wide o pen
an open land of chilling gum
hardened by the cold
of blackhumour, and snow
where my roots are stuck
and snuffed, they can't grow
or pull themselves out
when the wind blows
( and the sneering cascades
as nourishing dung)
Whilst withering is imminent
A Rule, for any transplant
I subsist by chewing away at
my left foot- then the right one
sucking away for long
enough, till the stamp on my forehead
expires, till
i
am
to
b
pl u c k ed
.....
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....
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