To The Oak
Divination of the wind
rustling through your leaves
a bitter, stinging vermouth
attracting lightning—more—
a door to heaven,
Jehovah, Allah, Zeus.
First tree created, they say
we sprang from you,
and as chosen are crowned
under your boughs,
you’ll always be
our tree of witness.
Gallows of sacrifice,
Sun god blood spilt on Earth,
red seed of verdure, rebirth;
tree of lightning and thunder,
gnarled into the celestial
and burled into soil,
clasping realms
to otherwise rift apart.
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