The Silence of Being Buried – 8

snow ocean - 35 mm black and white, picture taken out my car window

snow ocean – 35 mm black and white, picture taken out my car window

that’s no knocking at the door,
you know, you know
just wind scaring the trees

do as I say, do

these years have turned
arms to branches
hands to leaves
nature’s cruel pantomime
a puppet made of twigs
master over years

do as I say, do

sit down before you wear a hole in the floor.
I get tired just looking at you.

I sometimes look to see the changes
but a pile of dirt is just
a pile of dirt
until it is a mountain.

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