Today I Dismembered You, Old Friend

Today I dismembered you, old friend.


I took your sinewy strips of red bark

and narrow, crackling fingers

and put them on a bonfire.


I sliced your white fibrous limbs

into fat chunks for later.


It is a violation, a betrayal, a chore.

Can it be an honouring?


The incense scent of your sap

and the green grit of your lichens

are smeared across my skin.


I will miss you.



Copyright © 2013 Elizabeth Cutts


This is a quick’n’slapdash poem written because today my favourite tree came down in a storm. I originally posted it on my gardening blog but decided I would also post it here.




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