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by Kristina Woodhill

i got out my hanging tree today
folded away with my passionate youthful
indignant years

i uprooted it
in a fit of compassion
out of sight
out of thought for my fellow beings
out of fashion

i need to see a head today
eyes rolled back
tongue distended
neck many, many, many times longer
than precious wee bodies laid end to end to end

i got out my hanging tree today

this jungle recalls my roars

lion mothers
do not let their cubs
go unavenged

12/14/2012

Posted on 12/14/2012
Copyright © 2024 Kristina Woodhill

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Alison McKenzie on 12/15/12 at 05:29 PM

As I posted on another work about this...thank you for your words. I can't make an intelligent expression about it. My faith is all bright and happy until this sort of reality shows up, and I find myself questioning.....everything.

Posted by Joan Serratelli on 12/16/12 at 01:38 AM

I believe that while faith holds me together, fate drives my life. It was ALL meant to be or it would not have happen. I read the last 3 lines over and over again. Such truth in those words.

Posted by Elizabeth Jill on 12/17/12 at 03:38 PM

Kristina, thank you for finding words that help me/us through terrible grief.

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 12/26/12 at 05:37 PM

Nature's horror aptly captured. I like how you give the lion human qualities.

Posted by Johanna May on 01/24/13 at 02:51 AM

Did it flit through the night out of your dreams, into waking and rest on these words, i understand deeply.

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