Beneath the Willow Tree.

The willow tree blows in the wind
Its hangs low brushing against the grass
Crows dive to the ground and stretch their wings
They feel the wind glide past them
Bugs swarm the tree
Family gatherings of 3
Thousand.

Deep within the ground
Beyond the confines of ants
Below the earth worms home
Tangled up in the tree roots
Where the soil is always moist
And the oxygen lacking
Lies a body of two
Their nutrients sucked dry
To keep the tree alive
Worms and insects eat Their eyes
Their skeletal figures screaming for help.
Eternally screaming for something that will never come.

A Wrinkle in Cake

His wrinkles glisten in the moon light
he snuck into the kitchen to steal a bite
the sweet cake sits on the table
ready but unwilling to satisfy his sweet tooth
it tries to move but its glued
not much places a cake can run to
with limbs so short their invisible
how can it get away
it has no choice but to stay
it waits and watches
as the old man touches
the cake knows it's time
to open up and give it up
the cake has no hope
no chance to struggle for survival
the poor cake lets the old man nibble
what choice does it have but to give a little
it's sweetness now corrupt and used
it's no good for the publics use
how will the cake go on
it's broken and torn
with no more goods inside

What the Willow Tree Saw.

Down below
where the willow tree grows
Lives a blue rotting corpse
It takes hand of all who go
Coxing them to follow home
Trapped below all alone
Her soul will never rest
Never wander the streets alone
She’ll take your soul
Her only goal
To spread the pain
No one saw.