This is a poem describing the imminent death by strangler fig of a particular cabbage palm.
This strangle hold of another is what I’m barely surviving,
the once symbiotic union that really never was.
Soon, only a glimmer of Freedom will exist,
I plead then that I may continue to feel the Eagles’ talons,
bitterly, I will live as the strangler lives.
Written by: Bart Colucci
Dedicated to all that keep the bells of freedom ringing loud and the strangler fig at bay.
