Four Cypresses

Instead of moving
 You stared into the wall
 Tangled up in a pile
 It's early
 Make no sound
 Living in a pile
 It's chaos but it works
 
 Planes flying overhead so early
 Dreadful sound
 Four cypresses seen from a neighbor's yard
 No memory, a future
 Drawing down
 Planes flying overhead so early
 Make no sound
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 Four cypresses torn from the roadside
 Great thundering noise from the hillside
 Some thousands of years built it up
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 Some crumbling form to be torn down
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 Living in a pile
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 Tangled in a pile
 It's chaos but it works