Abutor Usque Ad Morten

"Sic Vita" is a poem written by Henry David Thoreau and showed that you can take a random object and you can find an unlimited amount of things that are in common with yourself. I wrote "Abutor Usque Ad Morten" to show that today in the vicious society that from the time you are born you are used to your fullest until you are dead. Not physically dead but when you will be forever forgotten.

 

I am an old Maclura pomifera of falling leaves

Tied to the ground with my roots,

Branches swaying in the wind, the twigs

Twisted within the maze of branches,

Protecting,

The soul of an oak.

 

The grass fraied and a light tan,

Copper colored leave dropping upon,

Filling the open spaces of the sparten lawn,

Once held strong within a lightening storm,

The law

of gravity for which we fall.

 

A grove which held the most precious fruit

The serine views of perfect lines,

With weathered and eroded bark, hidden in procrastination,

Coagulatted in the fields workers emerge

The gather

Within the shade casted down.

 

An here I hibernate under the moon's light,

Baring my fruits to feed those who collect,

With the last orange dropped,

To keep attention on my trunk,

Aggregated

For a morning drink

 

With loose fronds gripping my branches,

Left to mimeo the past Spring,

But Oh! The workers shant aknowledge,

Til time to unveil new fruit,

The strife

To which they've vanished.

 

I behold the life to grasp new life,

After creating a perpetual amount,

My barings taken form me,

But for the need of society

Prosper

To the "natural" world.

 

The leaves left to soon spread the life,

And escalate to unknown heights,

Hollow out my roots, with no sympathy,

To start the life over again,

And produce the most,

As I am shredded