Branch by Branch lyrics
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Branch by branch
This tree has died. Green only
Is one last bough, moving its leaves in the sun
What evil ate its root, what blight
What ugly thing
Let the mole say, the bird sing;
Or the white worm behind the shedding bark
Tick in the dark
You and I have only one thing to do:
Saw the trunk through