DBH
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The year I became a tree
How many branches have you slapped me with
How much bark has rubbed raw the flesh of my hands
The thunder of your heart pulsing against mine
Where you meet metal and bog it down
Heavy wood heavy metal heavy wood
Burning indifference through the canyon
Though you felt it you remained steward
Of a landscape so vast and regal
No Queen with eyes could know your worth
I bid my roots run wide and deep
Lift concrete slab and shatter glass in slow motion
My skin still young with green just below
No longer a sapling
Not yet an ent
But a tree nonetheless
I surrender to you again
And again
And again
And now I feel the pulse of my own heart
Tuning to the pulse of the earth
A distant echo somewhere below the bedrock
Rock with me
How many branches have you slapped me with
How much bark has rubbed raw the flesh of my hands
The thunder of your heart pulsing against mine
Where you meet metal and bog it down
Heavy wood heavy metal heavy wood
Burning indifference through the canyon
Though you felt it you remained steward
Of a landscape so vast and regal
No Queen with eyes could know your worth
I bid my roots run wide and deep
Lift concrete slab and shatter glass in slow motion
My skin still young with green just below
No longer a sapling
Not yet an ent
But a tree nonetheless
I surrender to you again
And again
And again
And now I feel the pulse of my own heart
Tuning to the pulse of the earth
A distant echo somewhere below the bedrock
Rock with me
