My uncle took an axe. <br /> <br />“No...no! ” <br />the tree said. <br /> <br />But he didn’t listen <br />turned it <br />into wood <br /> <br />silent wood <br /> <br />that only found <br />its voice <br /> <br />again <br />in fire <br /> <br />cursing and spitting <br />at the dark. <br /> <br />I return <br />to the wood <br /> <br />gaze into <br />the nothingness where <br /> <br />the tree used to be <br /> <br />It’s ghost <br />gazes back.<br /><br />Dónall Dempsey<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tree-s-ghost/
