Everybody dies and
here we are the poets
reminding you about
the finiteness of life.
(It’s in our job description.)
David, the King, was a poet
and he now only lives
in the hearts of our people.
Like his great to the power
of nine or ten grandfather
Jacob, who also died and
issued instructions and
blessings on the bed
of his death. This is how it is –
more rungs on the tree
All the people who
came before on the tree
linked to every leaf
yet to sprout.
And it turns out there
really is just one tree
although it feels like
everyone comes from
their own set of branches
just start climbing down
or up or over and you’ll find
you didn’t have to leave
the tree at all to
meet up with them.
Yes, everybody dies
and the twelve tribes
you’ve been watering
will take it from here
or maybe it’s just
the one Solomon.
In any case
keep the water flowing.
You may disappear but
this one tree won’t.
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