The lie

Dear world
traveler who's eye

has banged
so many corners:

Thanks for showing me
that a tree is just a tree--

The roots have no past,
the trunk stands for nothing
and the branches reach to nowhere.

Don't even question
when the leaves begin to fall.

I won't be there to rake
them up this time.

It's just dead matter--
the corpses' playing dress-up again.