Fig Tree/ Ent Bed

Fig tree

I cant figure out

Your roots firmly planted

In the ground

All flesh runs with blood

Men bird hound

My flesh like bark

My skin crawls

Oh, fig tree

Fingering

Life in a pool of

Curdled water

Fig tree pace

Around my way

There is not a needle

In my hay

Let me go,

Don´t hesitate

Let me go

Away

Poem by carol batton and some words. then, ent bed:

Stony bed

To keep you awake

Stony bed

To save you from sleep

Soon morning shall come and

We shall meet

To mourn our lives and

Climb the

Steep

Steps of the

Stony bed.