The Tree Bark in Decay and The Bark of the Tree. Two poems by Tess Larkin

The Tree Bark in Decay

I did not always lay down here.
I was raised in adoration, In my past life.
Today as you are drawn to the undergrowth.
My pathetic State, Where I am in decay.
Don’t grieve for me.
This is my last rite of Passage.
As I decay my bark feeds The undergrowth.
On my final journey I have a purpose.

The Bark of the Tree

I am in solitary undergrowth.
Abandoned Camouflaged, Deserted.
Laid here My womb my tomb.
The wilderness, Centuries in waiting.
As my bark slowly Disintegrates in the Earth.
“Dust thou art and dust thou shall return “

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