` <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />i am but the mottled bark <br />of a tree once firmly rooted, <br />peeled from its stately trunk <br /> <br />and within its hollow carapace <br />echoes an inert drumbeat <br />that keeps the cadence for <br />a march of ornate trappings <br /> <br />soon and sooner still, one day <br />this crepuscular orphelin song <br />resonant in its languid longing <br />shall surge with the rising tide <br /> <br />the sound of its condescencion <br />as it strikes the earth's bosom <br />ascends to a now-listening sky. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />`<br /><br />Frederick Kesner<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-quill-now-silent/
