I grew, thickened, became taller and fairer,
My arms were light and freely danced
in the wind.
They thought me beautiful admired me,
My blossoming, fruit and even autumn,
At night I’d reach out and touch stars,
and feel the life blood rising and filling
me with joy.
I was free to thrust my roots deeper,
to feel the feather touch of snow, and
soak with rain.
She will do they said, she is good for this,
she needs to serve our needs so cut her,
to violate her,
Then they came and lopped off my arms,
Bleeding, dragged me out of the ground
They took my freedom and ill used me
and nailed me through my fragile soul,
Then they brought him who gave me life,
Hammered through his agonising screams,
I held him gently and felt his tiniest tremors,
spoke softly of our shared journey into death
gave him my love.
Together we looked out at the crowds, and
I received his bloody gore into my grooves
breaking my heart.
I heard every rasping breath, told his passion,
his love for them and for me that brought him
here to die.
Tossed aside, no use, scarred by men I wait
because he whispered as he breathed his last,
I’ll be back.