Dream Poem

                                            In a corner of my bedroom

                                                      grew a tree

                                                      a happy tree

                                                      my own tree

                                           its leaves were soft

                                                       like flesh

                                           and its birds sang poems for me then

                                                      without warning

                                            two men

                                                       with understanding smiles

                                            and axes

                                                        made out forged excuses came 

                                             and chopped it down

                                                         either yesterday

                                               or the day before

                                                          i think it was the day before.

                                                                                                 - Roger McGough -