I had to pull the little maple tree
close to the house.
It had leaves already
and I saw a doe standing
in its romaunt
munching peacefully
while the wolf stalked.
Such is my confusion.

When I broke it,
only the moloch unthink
groaned.

The seed knew
before Sinai
it would be a root
but not the nature
of man.

It was coded
to become a shade tree
sized for the Colossus
Rameses the Second
and entered the earth
zigzagging
after the radish and the worm
Its necessity would have cracked my cement
and pierced a water main.
Yet it was coded
in the presence of the sun
to turn our breath and water
into deer food
and connect us to our nature
and give us peace from pursuance
In our deadly assignation
I was coded to be contemplative
with a twig:
" out of the ground
only an hour,
yet so downcast.
Poor Yorick! "

In the root I saw a miniature
crab-apple tree
twisting into Dada.
Insane ending.

Must all lead back to the thinker?
Is there no
germination in a cube
or sprouting in a sphere?