Roots

The tree was cut
right at the trunk.
its roots though were not pulled out,
they stayed underground holding on tight
for dear life.
they talked it out, where do they go now?
do they look for help
up in the sky, in the mirror or just cry?
they hung on for dear life.
one felt they could stay like this forever
just in the mud, brown and sordid
while one felt they should separate
and meet a natural end like all of life.
through this all, water fell on the surface
but they didn’t get wet. they stayed safe
far away inside.
was it so bad to meet an end like that?
they lived on in an abyss of their own,
years later to be found in a museum.