A Willow-Tree in Hiroshima

Softly & impossibly, her roots still beckon
growth. It is a slow hope she is drawing.

Their ends were swift – echoes in the floorboards.
I am reliving it, since I am solitary.

A thrawning suffocation grabs the sky
so gradually. Not yet, I said, not yet.




Sam Hickford has not yet been reincarnated as a goat