By Mohammad Zahid

Visiting the Sick Tree at St. Pancras Old Church Cemetery

A page plucked from the visiting fellow’s imaginary diary

By Mohammad Zahid

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Blight, they said, was what it was suffering from,

having endured almost a century of loneliness.

Living amidst the grave stones is a brave thing;

but then it gnaws at one’s heart.

Trees have their own ways of perception so it knew

here was a pilgrim to Dorset, who comes here for a conversation

about its companion, and read to it his words too.

This time somehow I remembered ‘Throwing a Tree’

albeit this tree ain’t no proud, for it stood upright

in its grace – aged, composed, quiet.

There were no men with saws or ropes,

yet it seemed the tree had almost turned into ash

in its laboured breathing,

for the winter wind was equally cruel.

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I leave, without speaking a word,

Somehow I felt that it was time to say goodbye,

a last one at that; the cold winter wind,

the ashen ash tree, and an eerie configuration of the wet gravestones

all sounded like an omen in chorus.

Two days later, I get to hear,

the tree, torn, gone.

The Hardy Tree at St. Pancras Old Church Cemetery fell to blight and old age on 27 December, 2022 a couple of days after a friend, a visiting Belcher Fellow at Oxford visited this place.

Photographs © Dr Oindrila Ghosh

Words © Mohammad Zahid December 2022

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