Under the Sycamore Tree, A Cancer Rots #conceit No.1 by Selma Martin

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Under the Sycamore Tree, A Cancer Rots #conceit No.1

by Selma Martin

site: https://selmamartin.com/

Eating away like the putrid cancer that I am
holding tight the lies and secrets deep
fossilized I was until the fool turned me over
under day blight, he’s finding me not worth the keep

there’s always the hunger problem
I see itching inside his gnarly head
then there’s the changing & disinfecting 
imposed on me inside this narrow cell

“Crusty with drool.” The scandal digger raps insistently, 
“bloody like hell.” He spits and with sneers punctuates 
but he could be talking to the refrigerator
none of that registers or motivates

I’d rather be safe under the sycamore
where rent is none, and no one rules my ways
rotting, cramped, where sunlight never reaches
is the place where secrets are meant to stay

here he adjusts, preps, and twists me
pinching at lies that will seal his fate 
I see him chattering with his fingers
and adding more to amalgamate

reeks of betrayal, his soul a shadow
perfect environment for lies to propagate
he’s in it for gains, a short-lived illusion
amends and restitution will arrive too late

if day-light is painful and night stirs more his ire
of outrageous maneuvers– the jerk will go berserk
tonight is comeuppance for horning in on others’ murk
under trees unmarked let cancerous secrets expire

@Selma Martin

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