Oak has cradled you,
hid you from nightmares and rage;
First kiss shared within her arm;
First marriage bed carved from her vein;
First divorce written upon the pulp of her flesh.
Her oaken boat shall carry you to death
And watch upon your return
to spindled legs of infancy.
Originally Posted On Site: 2007-11-10 18:40:10
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