Accessory To Murder
By Bonnelle (Johnny) Vang
Since the terrible cold fell upon the spring tree,
it has yet to bloom another petal.
The insolent and disobedient being is an internal creature,
its bark solidified, and petrified against all odds.
Its wool aggravated the leaves for
it would agonize all those who left.
Before, the branches snapped and piled under
effortlessly with the snap of a finger.
Now, it seems to have held on in fear
of losing more than a limb.
In the night, the leaves resemble a still raging fire
where no smoke cannot breathe.
Such is so, that the ground beneath the tree is flat
where no feet cannot reach.
So it is so, no tree can make a sound
where no man cannot hear.
Stand by…
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