The tree locked in by
Thick encrusted cylindriform bark
Shutting it out from sky, sun shine, moon light.
Rough winds shudder thud and slam against its
Massive woody hulk.
Within tight cytoplasmic cells, membranes surround
Tissues and DNA
Cramped and clustered with bacterial entities
Huddle and battle for survival.
A smell of urine and bodily materials at its base
Where casual drunks, the homeless and love-struck passers by
Have carelessly left their forensic identities
Slopped out in the ancient cracks and crevices of its skeletal root system
Protruding from the ground in grotesque architectural gestures
Distorted and constrained.
Adults and children play in the dark inner cavity
Spying at the outside world through gaps in
Sunday walkers, youthful gangs and family groups
Shuffle round at certain times and on specific days staring, mumbling,
Blowing smoke from secret cigarettes and joints, hiding,
Contemplate and argue on
the justice and
Injustice of their human state, how they got here and what will happen
When they are finally released.