Leaving
Ryan Gates
Drops of orange-tinted blood
crater as they strike the soft earth.
Their sanguine scent
filling the air with
coppery undertones.
The ground littered with ghosts
of flora that once lived elegantly.
I resurrect their elegance.
Defying gravity to move up
to their branch-homes
so they can once again
thrive in beauty.
Someday they'll do the same for me.
They'll raise me from my rest, so
I too can return to my eternal roost.
Passersby, being blind to their sins,
crackle the corpses beneath their feet.
The solid puddle of orange-tinted blood
becomes scattered on the pavement.
crater as they strike the soft earth.
Their sanguine scent
filling the air with
coppery undertones.
The ground littered with ghosts
of flora that once lived elegantly.
I resurrect their elegance.
Defying gravity to move up
to their branch-homes
so they can once again
thrive in beauty.
Someday they'll do the same for me.
They'll raise me from my rest, so
I too can return to my eternal roost.
Passersby, being blind to their sins,
crackle the corpses beneath their feet.
The solid puddle of orange-tinted blood
becomes scattered on the pavement.