Four Cypresses

Instead of moving

Stared into the wall

Tangled up in a pile

It's early

Make no sound

Living in a fire

It's chaos, but it works

Planes flying overhead

So early

Dreadful sound

Four cypress

Seen from the neighbor's yard

No memory of future

Drawing down

Planes flying overhead

So early

Make no sound

Four cypresses torn from the roadside

Great thundering noise from the hillside

Some thousands of years

Built up

Some crumbling form to be torn down

Living in a fire

Tangled in a pile

It's chaos, but it works