What a filthy walk

By Sam Ferland

Sometimes I climb up a tree and find that my hands get covered in bird-shit and sap 
I can’t clean it off so I just leave it there
When it starts to rain I take a shower and use the shit-sap as shampoo
Shower with shit-sap shampoo
Shit-sap shampoo shower
Shower-shit, shampoo sap
Shower, sap-shampoo … shit
1. Shit 2. shower 3. shampoo 4. zap
That’s when the lightning strikes and the tree sets a-blaze
A torch in the storm growing and breathing 
The rain is a mere breath in the winter
The wind is a monster paying the trees their debt 
Pushing the acorns into the dirt to be reborn one day
And I am a human

Watching on with nothing to do but stand with shit and sap in my hair
How typical