Their bodies were trapped in the branches
Every limb that could bear weight, a portion
The crew fled, abandoned their dying craft
Jumping and landing in a burning forest
Their bodies then frozen in distortion
As if a vile life form, a cruel body orchard
Each branch bearing a body, of life now lost
Ignorant of politics, myth and ultimate truth
The broken flesh cannot move or think
And they wait for a cleansing fire
To free them from their contortion
In the violent trees, death bearing fruit
