Great Oak Gazette

Dad

I’m deteriorating like a christmas tree in January

they stuffed me in the green waste

next to the collecting recyclables

full of beer cans

with a hint of my occasional soda

It is so tight in this green fortress that feels so dark

part of me is inching out of the lid

little twinkles of dewey christmas pine needles

with slight water flicking off and Falling

onto the pavement

where I will be dragged to the concrete

only evident

by a trail of water tire marks

that resemble Tears

If been left to rot here

and forced to find comfort

when in reality I just left feeling like a Star

decked in jewels of Blue and Red and Green

hoisted on a pedestal with a star

and gleamed with the bosom of presents lining my skirt

Dad, I am left in the cold tonight

and my sap is getting hard

it once was able to smoothly leak

and freely be seen

but now it hardens

into a black tar that covers my body

being feathered by my own skin of pine needles

itching, 

needing release

Why did you take me out the first day of January?

Why out of all the days

this is how our year must start?