severed self

they severe me

limb from limb
my sap still runs thick
from the wounds
and yet I stand

they placed fire
within inches from my trunk
which constantly burns bright
and yet I stand

they move metal boxes
spewing forth smoke
as they pass me by
and yet I stand







to see the days
turn into weeks
to see the weeks
turn into months
to see the months
turn into years
to see the years
turn into decades
I will stand
whatever this life
thrusts upon me
I will stand