Growing. Advancing its’ roots.
The tree always blossoms with time,
And in time it must feed its’ roots;
Inside the flesh it has grown.
Now out of flesh it must rise,
And break through the skin and bone;
Boring its’ way through the cheek.
Blood oozes and creeps down its’ bark.
Will the world be ready for this freak;
Gasps and screams sing-out as it grows.
“Oh, how horrid the truth! How bizarre!”
“This black-tree only spreads and sows;
“Cut it down! Cut it down! The devil needs no light!”
“Let it live in the darkness it exposes!”
Too obscene to look at, and offensive a blight;
Growing. It always keeps growing alone.
Cut back and cut down,….it remains.
For evil once lived finds a life of its’ own;
Could the light have allowed the tree,
To blossom into something of worth?
Is there beauty in the horror in thee;
The tree through each season lives on,
And under the skin it still thrives.
‘Til one day all its’ roots will be gone;
For self-destruction’s humanities’ legacy,
To the children who refuse to accept,
They should hide the sins of the world and agree:..
“There’s no tree”.
K. Aldaya, 12/4/14