Sap

the sap stuck the axe to your fingers
like blood to a knife
an answer to a question
for every life, a life

and the sap stuck your fingers together
may you never cross them again
it forever shut the mouth that said
a sin’s a sin’s a sin

and the sap turned your hand to amber
still in all its hate
may no one ever remember
so much as your name

And the trees will all grow back again
May the only memory
of you be what you did to them
buried beneath their leaves