To Wayne

Underneath the tree that bore no leaves,
Slept a man who bore no name.
Naked be the branch that sheltered naked shoulder,
And gave light to dark upon the set of day.
Shadowed age bore no line, as shadowed face bore no heart
To flip the comic foil forward, beneath a lone tree in the dark.

Atop the earth that bore no crop,
Was birthed the child that bore no past.
Wrapped in flesh and silky armour,
Gave rest to screams, as did the gull.
Drowned in the salt-free sea,
Rekindled by the crowded hell.

Past the sign that bore no letter,
Rest the road that bore no route.
Mapped be the path to travel forward,
As is blown the path to travel home.
Left to sight the bridge when crossing
Weeps the widow of her son.

Underneath the tree that bore no leaves,
Slept a man who bore no name.
Naked be the branch that sheltered naked shoulder,
And gave light to dark upon the set of day.