Toward the old Friarage

Council workers tending to trees.

The question put: what kind?

Aspens, he thinks. Council Aspens. Trying to grow. 

Because no trees grow. Then a narrative.

Out of place here but offered.

So as to register the memory.

Before I forget. Easy done.

Insane in the membrane

Eyes blur

Cyclopentolate. Dilation of the iris

Bilateral acute anterior Uveitis

The witch swung from the gibbet. But before last words offered:

No tree will grow here.

All this. Beyond living memory.

Then. Later. folklore scrolling.

Aspens. Terminate a curse.

Council in the know.

Or special forces at work.

Insane in the brain

Stag Island

In the garden

Parched grass

Gasping roots.

Cracking silence, save the gusts

And the tinnitus.

Swinging in the frequency

Tongue lols.

 

Lol.