To Lancaster University
A lone tree in a library?!
Why not an elephant in a cage of ivory!
Its stem breaches a follicle in the concrete plain and
Like an arthritic hand its feeble boughs fumble towards the false sunlight.
One day I hope,
That among the crippled empty bookshelves,
The bed of rotten leaves and the inky tributaries which course over the
Crestfallen hardbacks, spines arched, face down,
Like an Amazonian colony of tiny roofs
That the lone tree remains.
That the concrete crumbles as roots rupture
And tentacular shoots clamber hungrily over desks and chairs
And a geometric world buckles – giving way to a curvilinear splendour.