Larkin Rings
One day, I will die.
And when I die, scrape out my chest cavity,
And take me home to Scartho.
Fill it with northern soil and push into where
My heart was a seed
From the Bowthorpe Tree.
And as roots grow and wrap around my bones and
Commit me to the earth, and
As my muscles decay, and
As my blood is washed away
I will die once more, but be born again.
I will become Dead Man’s Tree
For the children at Springfield School
Who will harvest me for sixers.
And one day two young lovers will carve in me
A second heart,
Which they will later turn their heads away from as they
pass.
And through tunnels of yellow
Old men with thinning hair and coffee stained shirts will
walk up to me
Daily, like clockwork,
Until one day they don’t.
And I will die once more, but be born again.
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