Four Cypresses

Instead of moving You stared into the wall Tangled up in a pile It's early Make no sound Living in a pile It's chaos but it works Planes flying overhead so early Dreadful sound Four cypresses seen from a neighbor's yard No memory A future, drawing down Planes flying overhead so early Make no sound Four cypresses torn from the roadside Great thundering noise from the hillside Some thousands of years built it up Some crumbling form to be torn down Living in a pile Tangled in a pile It's chaos but it works