Oak Tree

Under an old oak tree
I found his young body
Took him and his heart inside
Promised him as my bride
We were happily tethered
So happily tethered
Then we lived out our dream
Under these oak and elm beams
Gathered our fresh bounty
From the garden's rich authority
That we had sown
We bloomed and we splendour'd
We gathered seeds and ploughed on
We bloomed and we splendour'd
We planted seeds and ploughed on
We bloomed and we splendour'd
We gathered our fruits and soldiered on
In our bed of deep mahogany
We fucked about, kissing and sodomy
Engraved our stains on the headboard
Skirted around moments of cruelty
Under these pale holly leaves
I cared for his stale body
Suddenly organs were failing
I bought salves, grapes
And mostly, I suppose, I stayed
I did not leave in pursuit of easier living
I stuck through it
In dumb hope and in blind determination
We stuck through it
Despite the removal of hope
Despite the worsening
We stuck through it
Despite the darkening sun
The loss of the moon
We stuck through it
Under an old apple tree
I scattered his dead body
To feed the orchard again
A rich source of calcium
And my tears