Sometimes I cannot resist the urge to write really bad poetry.  This time, the occasion was the removal of some fruit trees from the parking lot of the apartment complex where I live.  –JGM

Remnant of the orchard
Left alive to grow
Rising from the parking lot
Fruit upon the bough

Some came to eat
Some came for shade
Some came for the living
Some came for the dead

Unwanted by the Owner
Twisted by the years
Shedding useless fruit and leaves
Cut down I lie here

Stripped of Life’s sick cloying mess
Dead stump in dry earth
Rotting into dust
I was: now I am not