NOT TO PREACH ABOUT PREACHY TREES

Just read a
line from
Wendy Xu in
which she
speaks of
“preachy trees”

lucky no one
in Mafs sees the
trees as preachy otherwise
they would all be
climbing them

it’s a town of shortcuts and
who would begrudge them
a quick primrose path
should one
fall into their imagining

only that it falls
brutally short
doesn’t even touch
cloud let alone scrape
the stratosphere

leaving their Heaven denies not only
but no chance to get to
steal any magical
wealth from
the green beanstalk giant

stuck there helpless but
boiling over with sacred sure-
bet hope whilst
the fire-brigade is on
its speedy red-shift
screamingly scarlet way to
lower them down
gently one-
by-
one (complete
antithesis to
rapture)

saved from a fate
worse than fate

stuck in a poet’s
anthropomorphic metaphor.