A poem
Standing tall among my kind
breathing deep the sun that shines
wind, lifting limbs - unconscious mind
the slow dance of the pines
the buzz that wakes me from below
fells me in the throes of youth
humans singing let it snow
wounds severed by the sawtooth
with sap still sticky on their hands
they mount me in their living room
away from my natural lands
accepting in my doom
so tired now, the curtain calls
- just when I am near to sleep
they decorate me in baubles
hanging heavy where I weep
wrap my body up in lights
so, no rest can be found
for many days and nights
they gather all around
needles dropping from my boughs
drooping as my life-force dries
with my dying strength, I espouse
to haunt them in my demise
for these wicked animals
in one last act of cruelty
to end of their cultish rituals
drag me, the “Christmas tree”
… to the fucking curb.
© Darius the Mate 08-01-2022
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You’ve anthropomorphized the tree very well. Just one more instance of thoughtless cruelty couched in euphemistic rationalization and religious justification.
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Now, when you put it like that! – I watched the film “The electrical life of Louis Wain”, who, of course, was notable for his extensive artworks on anthropomorphic cats. Perhaps, there lies my inspiration for the sentient Christmas tree 😆. Thank you for your insightful comment, Lisa.
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You’re welcome and glad you linked your inspiration to someone positive. I also think making the tree sentient is much more likely to elicit empathy and care for what many consider a throwaway.
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Love this!!! Best excuse I can think of for the artificial tree.
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Thank you, Helen. Great to see your comment here, enjoying my little poem 🙂
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