Once upon a time in a desolate land
In the middle of a
Familiar worldsystem
You’d recognize it
It’s right over there
Stood a tree.
Under the tree sat a poet.
It was the last tree and the last poet.
Fitting they should die together
Thought the poet.
Fitting, thought the tree,
But useless.
No more useless than
Love thought the poet.
And the tree dropped a leaf.
We shall die,
We shall die together
We shall die,
We shall die together
And they did.
The tree lost its branches
and the poet decomposed.
LAUGH
They’re still there
A dead testament to waste
And desolation
For whoever should wander by
The commentator shakes
Its head and says
What I mean to say
Once upon a time
In a desolate land
The last poet
And the last tree
Sacrificed themselves
So that you may
Stare in despair and regret
What you have done
HORROR HORROR
Look at what you have wrought
Look at what you wrought.
CRY
LAUGH
Tour Guide | Franklyn Monk
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