WD 190 “He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit”

A poem inspired by The Muse of Cold Earth.

He Prunes Every Branch That Bears Fruit

We never stop growing

Or dying

As the train comes in to the station of cyclical undoing

Redoing 

I want to lay down roots

Wrap and entangle you in a kingdom of green fiber

Phylum, genus, species 

Forever a gardener of misfortune 

And this was the place 

My stalks first tasted the rain