blend
in with

Still
living.

—

Dehydrated,
And left to
Die outside

In Harsh
Cold winter,

They are
Among
The many

We choose
To unsee.

—

Their
leaves,
Curl in,

As if to hug
Themselves
In Ought-em,

Lie structure
Decomposed.

—

They, the
thin and
valueless.

Rake the
Likes of
Them up,
& jump in.

Come, post
About them.

A ritual to
Memorialize

The state of
Being long
Dead inside.