My uncle took an axe.
“No...no! ”
the tree said.
But he didn’t listen
turned it
into wood
silent wood
that only found
its voice
again
in fire
cursing and spitting
at the dark.
I return
to the wood
gaze into
the nothingness where
the tree used to be
It’s ghost
gazes back.
Dónall Dempsey
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-tree-s-ghost/
