Cage (I: Ashes and Dust)

I was not cut from a shroud’s cloth,

but I will cut a rug with you

and stay dry under your umbrella.

I was not produced by man’s ribs,

but I would gladly take up residency

inside the cage of yours.

My ashes and dust cannot be claimed,

because they are still blood and love

pumping through my treelike veins.

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