A Heavily Wooded Night

I have bled to the four corners of the world. My veins connect through underground circuits feeding grass and worms. I lay pacified by the cool air across my skin. Willingly, I give way to the struggle of the elements.

But no one saw the hidden eyes. No one thought to contain the dreary flies before the banquet ending that rang in the dead. What foul words were heard while skeletons drank wine and laughed about the phoniest tales.

My tale is one of enduring fools. My tired oaks are drowned by their souls.