Plant a tree in me
To feel the roots grow deep
The trunk stretching the skin
How interesting that would be
To stroll in constant shade
Observe the gentle dance of the canopy
Serenaded by song full birds
An experience I would not evade
To watch the lichens grow
Accepting the grubs that bore within
To carry this immense burden
All of this with spirits low
This is my blessing, and my curse
Were I to cut free this monolithic parasite
And be left with the sweet sad cavity
I would have the happiest wounds to nurse
