By Lukas Franken I
skeleton trees speckled with luminescent
leaves adorn the noir landscape of his
everyday travel through
the Adam’s graveyard:
something he was used to.
the soft white glow of swaying leaves
shining onto crumbling bark
only expanded his understanding
of the ghastly liveliness of the afterlife.
he liked the trees
they stood for something
deep roots that cemented their place
in common existence
which most people took for granted or
paid no mind
