The Ash Tree Poem by Anisa Tara

He strikes the ash tree at her root
In shattering notes she falls dead
Those who have stitched their covers
Must now lie in the beds they've made

He drags the hardwood from her home
Through the fields he lays her to waste
Those who rise in stupor tonight
Must kiss their demons all the same

He carves epitaphs in her name
A life bereaved before its time
Those who object the master's hand
Shan't see her in glory divine