Cousin of a land untouched
by seed, by root, by child, by brush.
Timber aged, filigreed by wire;
I wonder, death: does it inspire?
You: a monolith, sentinel no more;
metal your limb, lightning their pour.
The touch of sap is gone from you,
refashioned for cold and copper dew.

Mycelium grief, fire-baked sorrow;
I bid adieu, tomorrow-
-tomorrow.