Angela's gift to her mom at xmas

Note: The following poem describes not only the life cycle of this tree but is related to tragic events in life.

Blind Sleep of Death
Apparently dead
To the innocent ignorants
Desperate tears
Drench the earth
The greatest of hopes
Buried deep
Under ground

Falling
Like dry crumpled leaves
A thick fog
Envelops the mourners
Just like the heavy
Sadness that threatens
To suffocate them

"Don't give up," says the blind man,
"Wait."

Wild, uncultured
Reaching, fungal plants
Feast on the stagnant
Naked corps
A mockery to the greatness
Of an unquenchable life
Lying too still.

"Deceptively quiet," says the blind man.

A sweet melodic fragrance
Rises up
Out of the mire
Swaying in a gentle breeze
Trumpeting the first hints
Of victory
While the mighty King lays dead.

"The kingdom advances," says the blind man.

Blood and water
Poured out death
Drink deeply
Feast and live
Crimson red rivers
Streak the white burial shrouds
Delicate goblets of milk and wine.

"It is finished," says the blind man.
"Wipe your tears."

Pulsing, dripping, bursting
From the naked branches
Reaching high into the heavens
Big stretch, yawn
Ripe with life
Luscious fruit cascading through
The apparently dead laughing man

Hog plum
Hog plum
Mombin death
Wild pine
Milk and wine
Bougainvillea
BREATH! [Oct, 2008 A Baggett]