Jan 27, 20241 min read

The tree of life and death

Hangman’s Grove

Given some rope

To go out on a limb

And cope with my very own

Lowly thoughts

Inclined to finding

Holes in nots

Hard to wrap around my head

When the angel of mercy

Shows up to hurt me instead

Hanging my soul

On Devil’s bedpost

Ghosts in nooses

Dangling strangely

Like open signs swaying

In vacancy’s wind

As heat of reticent summer blows

Another wayward nuisance in

A cinch to sin

In Hangman’s Grove

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