Dead wood now, at deepest core

remnants of organic memory

…… a tree that once was

Building artifacts

of lignified vasculature

rigidly mortified

yet so sweetly aromatic

… an embalmed corpse

from an erstwhile copse

transformed now ……

a bridge to tread on

or perhaps

a log to tarry awhile

and reminisce about times past

or perhaps

birdhouses.

They are intricate

these laces of cellulose ……

driftwood, rotting wood,

lumber, timber

dead trees

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Trees are beautiful in life and death.