an acorn, an equus

the family tree
from a water rotten acorn

it sows the blind ambiguity
of a man growing
out of something not completely whole

out of ground salted
with visions of god
with the goatish television

that tree be tangled
the branches hang
in empty space
isolated, apart, and forgetting…

grudgingly dropping their rotten fruit
at winter wind’s undeniable claim

the identical seed
a blackened forest of identical trees

garrett dawson