resting elm trees

They breathed for endless interim, an elm trunk

No oxygen in a panting soul, only paralysis of the tongue.

      Bottomless depths plunged by nails cut to the quick

Beneath those elm roots, that elm tree.

 

Only flashes of an endless summer rendered fall

No carbon under their footprints, only kings without a crown.

     Relentless pursuer crashing through the darkened night

Shimmering dust wrested from the road

And sent on ahead to tell someone else

 

     Who has never heard of resting, of elm trees.

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