The Killing Tree


How can you write 

about a tree to kill?

How can you write 

about a child

with their head smashed 

against knotted bark

under the glare of neon

the smell of diesel

and the music of hate?

I hear the gentle voice

narrating genocide

and butterflies flit

amongst spring flowers.

(The Killing Fields Phnom Penh)

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A man who is trying to find a place in the world of today, and daring to hope there is work out there to energise and fulfil. I have a lot of life experiences and reflections to share, from a rather neurotic, self doubting perspective(!)

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