My Dead Tree.

My Dead Tree.
By Rachael

Ritual stance of chaos tears at aforementioned feet
Motioned determined by negligence (rotting beneath the soil)
As framed, forgotten legacy screams:
Thickened blood avalanche (by time in deeds)
Blanked stare stored in mothers locket
Grey, black (moths retreat)
Skies crystalize (dry thoughts)
matter by matter buried next to spoken history
of birds lost in affirmation of a glance forgotten by clock (day, night, a mask of ink)
crystalized sky
matter by matter
                              A lost retreat