saplings

saplings

the king is dead. the wolf
sleeps by the river, where the willows bow
their devotion. let him rest

his bones. let him learn: deep silt
is a cool bed, is a dreaming dark home
where things can unbecome

and become. give him his crown
and his sword and the word of the
old law. his service is done, and ours

is only beginning.

// Eli Dobromylskyj, June 2019

saplings was written as a present for a friend, accompanying the pictured embroidery. a heraldic piece: the crown inverted, a hopeful new plant, the sun. keep growing.