The tantrum and the tree

After twisted strings tweaked themselves,
erst tangled, erst part of two trees
now one, exempted by twin bees
now burnt by fires lit ourselves

After tomorrow turned the breeze
towards today’s frivolity,
towards brief petty savagery
warped with denial, with disease

with bad roses and alchemy.
After all fades into darkness,
and darkness teaches heartlessness
so holding bonds become irky

After one crammed city or town
that became tales for breaking down

LARDO