Theme: Nature

Slow Death

Copper pods are dying.
Loggers need not
be impatient
with the trees
to cut them
or burn on a funeral pyre.

Veins of brown
like garlands
embracing necks
ran through
their green canopy.
No, it wasn't flowers
but leaves and small branches
shriveled, discolored
and decayed.
Death in patches
looking golden
from a distance.

Some were bare,
burnt out, skeletal black
their spidery arms
against a grey sky.
Eager to devour
the clouds
they looked like witches
in a trance.

There is a chance
the earth below
may become moist
and the sky
may bring rains.
The sections of death
in bits and pieces
may live again.

Even if they don't
they deserve
to be left alone
in their death.
They never needed
a cremation
to seal their end.


More By  : Dr. Uma Asopa

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