January 14 -- Alex Simand

The Willow’s Roots

Just a shattered face, trauma unknown,

bits of skull like scattered glass

fall tumbling from the heavens,

grapefruit chunks of brain color the sky.

Bits of skull like scattered glass

a wayward ear falls neck over nose

while grapefruit chunks of brain color the sky,

a misplaced smear of color.

A wayward ear falls neck over nose

over femur over eyelash over pencil stroke,

a misplaced smear of color

washes the world in crimson fury.

Over femur, over eyelash, over pencil stroke

grows a willow tree like rosemary,

awash, like the world, in crimson fury

the child who clings to its roots, dangling,

Grows a willow tree, like rosemary,

stretching down from swan’s beak,

to the child, who clings to its roots, dangling

his feet upward, his head lolling to the ground.

Stretching down from swan’s beak,

the willow tree cries to the child,

his feet upward, his head lolling to the ground,

just a shattered face, trauma unknown.

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