The New Flesh….



The faded day

drifted into the trees

tangling itself among the

windswept branches

Blending into the autumn

turned leaves….

and ingesting the crispness of

the electrical air…

 which…. was provided generously by the wires

that danced and twisted

about the sun bleached limbs…

Sending a steady current

through the gloomy evening

Peeling back the bark and stretching

silvery tendrils deep inside

the interior flesh…

Charging the vegetation

till the brightness

and death….

could be seen

for miles


And the new flesh

Bathed the woods

in its cold embrace

forever changing that area

into an inorganic desert

where not even the


dared to



David L. Whitman 10/11/12 in a yellow wood


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