The Road Even Less Traveled

I mistook a tree for you,
the limbs for your arms and legs,
the leaves your golden hair.

I killed the lumberjack
to stop him from chopping you down.
I bombed the corporate offices

of the lumber company.
Some suits and secretaries died.
The fire department put out the fire.

The cops were swarming like bees,
the TV station rushed its satellite truck
to the scene.

The pretty reporter kept pushing
her hair away from her face.
I thought to myself

shave your head, Sinead.
I mistook a tree for you
and now I’m the killer Robert Frost.