The Library Tree (an angry beat poem)

At my university (Lancaster, UK) we have a tree in the middle of our library, and it always makes me slightly angry to see it there under the artificial light.  so I wrote a poem to vent my frustration


A lone tree in a library?!

Why not an elephant in a cage of ivory!

Its stem breaches a follicle

in the concrete plain

and Like an arthritic hand

feeble boughs fumble towards falsen sunlight

One day I hope that

among the crippled bookshelves,

The bed of rotten leaves

the inky tributaries which course through

Crestfallen hardbacks with

spines arched, face down

Like tiny roofs of an Amazonian tribe

.. that the tree alone remains

glorious green and victorious in verdancy

and the concrete crumbles as roots rupture

And tentacular shoots clamber hungrily

over upturned desks and chairs

And a geometric world buckles

giving way to a curvilinear splendour



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