If you hold your ear close to these cracks
in the bark you will hear their scream
inwardly developed with the passing
wind. You do not see this.
You see only lines, migrating, returning;
so mechanical and silent in their logic.
You draw clean lines that were never true,
that silence the scream of a broken crevice
and erect the rot of perfection.
Bann Ister works and lives in Brighton,UK.