The Hanging Tree

Cypress winds caressed the hot blue sky of white

On a hill that cried tears of witness it rode high in the sky bright

Large limbs curving like tenacious embraces looked upward smiling as the wind whispered who comes

Gray bark climb over one after another as the energy fluctuated and filtered sound echoed for long roams

Vines draped each shoulder like a voluptuous woman’s cape of threat menace stirring controversy by itself

A rope swung back forth issuing warning of beware beware beware for you are next it whispered tenderly

Witnessed to all were black ravens crowing it’s not me it’s not me with teeth flashing white white sparkling amused

In a corner of each group stood the mediocrity who cried why why why for innocent they are are are in echoing moans

Even the Hanging Tree protested and argued I know who is guilty I do but why are the innocent besieging me with their moans and cry for clemency, pity, remorse as I bend my neck to give them my pity and forgiveness

Yet the hounders say nay nay nay we continue on continue on until next until next to give to the Hanging Tree its due

By

Felicia McCaw