As distressful a scene
as a beached whale on the strand.
A giant Beech tree lies horizontal.
Its roots displayed like exposed intestines
Branches like rigamortis hands clutching for life
A giant fell in the park, a home for a hundred crows
Fled into the night.
Did it come down in the wind? Did anybody hear it fall?
A great moaning creak and then a thud.
If we had all our senses, could we hear its fading breath?
The tape around it flaps in the wind like a murder scene
Did it fall after all? Or was it pushed?
This giant hazard to cyclists, walkers and joggers.