Sunday, 12 August 2012

The Beech at Coole


Pious tourists prowl around this caged, burnished tree 
Too nearsighted to make out the mystically incised 
initials of the Lady’s famous friends. 
Barbed wire encloses the upper perimeter 
dissuading the higher hooligan from ascending 
to fame as quick as a penknife 
while the stunning tree says the last word—
slowly annealing away AE / GBS / even WBY. 
Arboreal oblivion casting a cold eye on vandals' vainglory.

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