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The Caretaker Dies
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Free Verse Thin, sick, dying.
A tree stuck in the clearing with
bare branches pooled over broken earth,
to suck in rattling breath over rattling breath
like waves of twitching fingers and dry eyes once wet,
but he is only a ridged
shell of sentience.
Who never was and never will think
or be thought of.
To wilt stoically,
Caring only for its ward,
Living only to die as companion to a master known to none --
This is the tree of life,
Caretaker to the grave for as long as he may live
