B the tree

“B
The tree

Mighty linden again
Bursting with life
Such as in May
When eye was stealing your twigs
At 4am
To heal
The broken
Memory”

She pleaded

He kept standing there
Silent
Senses shut
Old stoic
Wearing nothing
But yesterday’s bark
His heart turning dark
In a memorial march of tears

Crying frantically in fear “Srdce vyhorelo!”

“Rubbish, it’s just expanding,”
She breathed out
Watching in disbelief
The instantly born dustmen
Grabbing the very heart
Tearing it apart
So it would be lit
And therefore fit

Inside
Of any bin

The word
MADNESS
Began to form in her mouth
Pushing her teeth
To bite her lip
Hard
Levelling the sound
In the world of misunderstandings

Morphing her eye
Into the core of a neutron star
Falling to the ground
Embracing what was found
Reflecting the long dead
Leaflets

Of love never been