Hollowed stumps rise from dirt
The empty wood-tombs of giants
Blackened bark pieces dangling
Like spongy feeble ornaments
Soggy with grey morning dew
Moss carpets for centipede toes
Burrowed within, larvae kissing
Sloppy leaves strung like mistletoe
With sprinkles of moist earth
Blooming in death of another.
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Jamie Wilkinson
23 year old writer/poet from Montreal, Canada.
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