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Long listed for the 2023 Urban Tree festival writing competition
Return me to the Earth When i’ve fulfilled ma birth No coffin nono hurst Just an offering to the dirt I wish to be a Tree One with fruit, hopefully But any shrub’ll work ..I aint no fussy birch Few things that i’m certain of That one there’s for certain love These tresses is destined for the Squirrel nuts n’ turtle doves & Pigeons off the streets & city paraqueets Where you can smoke your ‘erb With all the fackin’ birds Roots of the Earth Leaves to the Heavens Roots of the Earth Leaves to the Heavens Roots of the Earth Leaves to the Heavens Maybe you’ll choose the same, boss & Maybe we’ll be neighbours & We’d exchange in fungus Through the mycelli under us Like crayon willies passed in class Or ravers in the underpass A layer really just for us Below babylon’s universe Maybe they’ll see our greatness.. & Cut us down for papers & kids’ll claim our processed scraps & scrawl on em to ‘Save Us’! Maybe we’re both put in a notebook With your page so close to me You might start a seed of genius I could be a Poetree Roots of the Earth Leaves to the Heavens Roots of the Earth Leaves to the Heavens Roots of the Earth Leaves to the Heavens
