I am sad

Yesterday I said
I was sad
And today I am
Especially so
I read of a girl

She was nineteen
And I see the
Beauty of my son
Sixteen almost
A man resting
In his bed

What was it she did
That our government
Withdrew
When the clock
Ticked over
On her birthday

Whether it was
Foster care or
Fentanyl or whatever
No one knew but
She was dead

In a tent
On waste ground
In winter
In the city
Thank Christ?

introduced to a tree

i think it a she tree
it has her attitude
not fuck you
but yes i'm here
and i should be
so what!
my waxed green
is showing
in the rain
and yes
you can look
if you like
my red is 

young but strong
needing feeding,
but stripable
discovering cream
and alabaster, 

at winter's 

tightening,
always newly me.