At the End of the Universe

The tree at the end of the universe

Is dying – wilting – strands of

Root bursting through another’s tear.

The eagle watches on.

The melting lion watches on;

As the tree bleeds between the dug up

Roots and dirt –an abandoned car rotting -

Another upturned washing in the runoff.

Diseased souls twisted in carnation

Chase each other among the dying leaves;

A headless man watches women

Get strangled by the cruel tree’s

Righteous grasp;

Blood cut by the gnarled, black branches -

Her body deftly held,

Legs dangling over the precipice -

A pair of lovers thinking they were alone

Wrench head around his erection – again and again

The newly dead cannot seek their own suffering -

Put on hats, beat their breasts mourn a life sniffed out at

The edge between and a burgeoning hell fed by the tree.