July 2009

Acadia, Pt. 4: God-Brother

Chin up, dear brother.

No one loves you like I do,

So don’t feel so small.

Your voice is not that of a dying leaf,

But that of a breathing, dreaming forest.

Your arms are earthquakes that build and destroy mountains.

Young architect, your arms!

The trees will uproot their bodies,

Bend and bow to you,

Submit to you,

Run from you.

King of stone,

You are a fucking god!

Brother, don’t feel so small.