Two Trees

by September 27, 2013 0 comments

Two dead trees stripped of leaves
and all branches but the mains
open skyward to hold the distance.

In their holding three peaks trace
the horns of the devil’s crown.
His brow will yet be under proud feet,

but what weight to carry the liberty of ascension
back to two trees sunken in the ground
like hands tied and desperate fingers reaching.

editors note:

Devil and Divinity, earth and sky; a bruised heel and a will to fly. There go you and there go I. – mh

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