Sunday, July 19, 2020

A Tyburn Tree in Diebus Nostris - poem

Lawrence Hall
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A Tyburn Tree in Diebus Nostris

This summer seems to be a Tyburn Tree
Everything upright connects to crossing beams
Whose angles cancel every aspiration
In a suspension of time, of thought, of hope

This summer seems to be a Tyburn Tree
Everything horizontal paused in place
Resting upon the uprights locked in theirs
In a suspension of all purposes

This summer seems to be a Tyburn Tree
Where our uncertainties together hang

2 comments:

Verlie Burroughs said...

Woeful. I always learn something from your writes. Thank you.

Lawrence Hall, HSG said...

You are too kind!