THE NAKED TREE. 

The dead tree,
Lightening Tree,
Crows nest,
And Skeleton Tree,
Gnarled and naked of leaf,
Lookin' at the Litch gate,
Bearing the cross of St. George,
Carry's Alter Boys and Scarlet Women,
To bed their rest,
Among the Wild Harvest,
Beneath our Silhouetted Tree,
Naked Tree,
Reflected deep in his own lovin' Seed
The Creator lives to Die,
Paintin' images,
Circles,
That We may glimpse,
His hand,
And own misshapen Tree.