The Tale Of A Branch Poem by Adam Berman

a branch with 13 little branches
got ran over today by a bus
but the news never came
Noone to hear and start a fuss

The women didn't scream
the children never cried
not even the mother tree
as the branch laid and died

People didn't gather around
The ambulance never came
Cops never investigated
as on the road it remained

But I was there.
I could feel its pain
It's last dying breath
I could hear it whispering
Seconds before its quiet death

'Never again will we be a part of the tree of life
We are broken and will never return
An easy target for free wheelers
this lesson you are ought to learn'

a branch with 13 little branches
got ran over today by a bus
and now whereever I go
I see its darkened blood