The Pine

I was born in the roots
with a tiny bright coil
and i made it through life
in the deep damp red soil

the root bark was thick
home to the insects
but it still was ok
almost safe for ten inches

But then i was sent up
when the world was to me new
and with cruel tenderness
i was told to continue

So i tried to climb up
I found things to hold on to
but the view was a bore
i kept only what i wanted to

Then we met in a square
in the heart of ten million
and we ran far away
to save ourseves from oblivion

We got fucked up by plagues
fighting with catterpillars
feasting on the green leaves
on a bed with no pillows

You got stuck with the rest
somewhere there in the middle
i got sick by the pests
figuring out the riddles

then i climbed up the stems
and i hang from the branches
and i gave you my hand
because we still had chances

and we sated our thirst
with the juice of the fruit
but THE ANGELS  were DEAD
and THE SERPENT WAS MUTE

At some point winter came
with the frosts all along
I was told to move on
but I didn't want to go

So they cut it all down
burned it 'til it became ashes
and they threw it all away because
they'd wasted all their matches

but i had kept a seed
and i buried it in the ground
just two inches deep
so that it could not be found

then a seedling was there
it was a little green sprout
but this time it was not the same
and i wasn't yet done

So i prayed and asked from God
that i may never be born again
because life was a rot
and i couldn't bear the shame

So i SHOUTED OH GOD
I don't want to live again!
because life is a rot!
and I can't bear the pain