Alchemisland

Found that tree whose every snaking branch

Represents a member of your esteemed family, a loathful plant,

And by my hand was it rent and rooted out.

Each limb I cleave

Means that one more is deceased

One by one, steadily you’re bereaved

Until my spurned pride is retrieved

I do not remember what started the war

Only that it is late for retreat, too late

I will die on my feet.

My saw and felling axe the life thieves hacking away between the leaves

All the greenery is shredded away

Greys and curls and embrittles like a Man.