They say that the trees
are like lungs--
the branches reaching up
like the interstitial rungs
that are hardening in my chest.
Pulmonary fibrosis.
do you see how those limbs
list and lean in?
a little slant, but always up...
when you are dying,
your faith is no longer philosophy.
it is felt thing here in the killing fields
where even hardening limbs
still reach up.