hedges or leaves

Look, it's an obvious form.

You can mend it at its source 

when torn,

or discharge it with corpses low rank.

Stop, revel in its flowers that spring naturally,

don’t look underneath

at the callous and decrepit, substituted readily.

Below the dirt and in the roots

caked dark red-brown churns 

a mess of hands and tools.

It’s getting taller and you’re looking too closely.

STOP

Blur your eyes onto the mass of green.

There is no trunk to see.