By Justin Salani We were all alert when the tree fell, On top of the roof, the house WHACK In our hearts sadness, WHOP Waves of shock, hard on us WHAM In our spirits the news WHANG. The tree shed its fruits for our stomachs Its evergreen leaves shed us shade. Not for us only did it shed Distant blood relatives ate from its all-season shed The community dined and wined under its mansion-beauty shade The clergy know its shade shelter, for the vulnerable shed Now its leaves have withered and has shed Who will, for us all provide shade? We were all alert when the tree fell It has stopped shedding for us, reality strikes For one last time can we see its fruits? No luck, on top of the roof it fell, Smashed even our hearts, and distant huts Its true she has gone for good. We will meet in the eschatological new shoots.