“His mind’s all black thickets and blood” from Songs of Unreason
The oak was ancient And he stood there nearby, his mind
once sturdy, but now all black thickets and blood
sapped of strength clogged
bent by the elements frail
but still remembering spring he smiled for what once was
This is a cleave poem for Day 23 of Jilly’s 28 Days of Unreason, inspired by the work of Jim Harrison.