Word Of The Tree

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I really like this, but 

Word Of The Tree

The merchants came
with the sudden breath of dawn,
hauling the stench of oils
and the bawl of chainsaw engines,
and the limbs of the tree
fell in heavy pieces
onto the red and stoney ground. The merchants brought the chainsaws?

In the sigh of its burning,
the tree renders
a dry and gentle song. I love this gentle contrast to burning, it's life going

The trash man weeps. Trash man weakens it a bit, I can't break away from franks wrestling character in always sunny in Philadelphia, I can't think of a better descriptor name though, garbage man is too formal, trash man too informal, id cut the line 

At the smoke of its roosts,
at the heaps of its ashes,
at the great trunk standing
naked and black
on a bright morning. Nicely worded here

He weeps for his daughter, the trash man weeps, 
who sings and thrives
on every fruit of the tree,
knowing she will die
without words. His daughter is not the tree but in the same vein

(Here, too, the leaves
will be first to go,
brittle and pale,
with dark veins.) Not chopped and burnt

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The trash man possesses 
but a single magic. The story is shifted here

The twelfth moon bursts
whole on a Sunday.
He whispers
the scripture of Eve
as he nails
to the gnarls of the tree
all he has ever held
to be beautiful,
that he might keep
all he has ever loved. 12th moon is like astrological Christmas, referencing nails in the tree/eve/Sunday, but trash magic 

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December sweeps its hot bristles
across the Greater Antilles. I like this descriptor, December is supposed to be cold where I'm from but is usually hot anyways

Jamaica swelters;
from the shacks of Riverton
to the yards of Cherry Garden,
Kingston town breathes ras. Im not familiar with Jamaica or ras but get the spirituality through here

Here, at the corner
where Hope meets Old Hope,
the trash man labors
in the arms of the tree. The tree that's been chopped and burnt? The merchants already 

(-my God thats mango
smeared across the hairs
of his chest see he me
we tree three be the
madman Lion Perhaps
Judah skin dust to dark
earth damn hot-) This seems like the trees perspective loving someone who loves it back, but almost too human, almost too different from the rest that it seems out of place, the parenthesis helps

His art rasps with color,
chimes metal hollows,
bribes jerky shapes into
wings and tails: the trash mans art with the arms of the tree? I'm getting lost

Chromium-coated
hubcaps and bumpers
turn in the sun,
brightly painted boxes
and dull plastic sheets
flail in the wind,
kitchen utensils dangle
on long wires, a window
frame rests crooked. More good imagery of the setting

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The trash man measures
the change of seasons
as the craft drizzles
free from his treasures. The trash man keeps throwing me off, obvi one mans trash is another's treasure but...

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Roots black as Jesus
reach to God's Own Heart. I love this, I don't know why you need all the asterisk dividers

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One night,
the trash man’s daughter
awakens to hear weeping. The trash mans weeping at the trees removal?
She wades a dew I don't get this line
to find
the fifth moon sounds like spring and new life
embraces
the tree.

The tree is sad with fruit. Very lost now, the tree weeps? The trashman is the tree? Night? 

Her fingers
tremble
as she plucks
and unfolds
from the tree

this poem. This poem kinda ruins it for me, since you are the author, does that make you the daughter or the tree or the trash man? Could it be any poem?  The word of the tree being life, I dunno.  Makes me think of self inflating purpose, wish I could help, love the idea though

mtc26

Thanks for sharing