This poem is taken from Stand 217, 16(1) March - April 2018.

Kaddy Benyon Poem
Poor Tree

(after Poor Tom by Tom de Freston & Simon Palfrey)

Far off, a band of firs
marches down a mountainside
slipping with shale and gritstone.

But she wants this one
and this one alone in its patch
of scrub: a stunted birch.

She visits it in the night-time
strips herself deliberately beneath
its forked animal branches,

naked to naked, deranged and faithful,
her hair in knots, her face
mired in clay until disguised

and eye-blind; filthy. Out here
on the heath, she honours her disorder,
enacts chaos, lives out a thing

beneath human level, the fractures
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