Man in Tree

Man in Tree

To have given up
on everything that lies
below you. Darkness
pulled tighter than a shiver. Stars
swaying like clumsy drunks, you
gathered what little was given,
built your fortress from the shattered
branches, stocked up on pine cones, let
your last meal turn to shit bombs.
How distant
the traffic must have looked,
how difficult
the aim.
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