Who am I?

An old dead conifer
is like an old dead friend

rotting beneath the ashes.

[I won't cry this time]

I roam the damp moss
after it rains. (can you

guess what I am)?

The corpses branch out
like a thunder bolt,

A crazy bird calls
the spirit of the child.

Archeologically,

I discover the hair of youth gone
coarse like an old terrier [pissed,

(American Style].

The Great Ape walks
with an AK-47.