This spruce young gentleman just flew straight into my office and knocked himself out.
Barrowsmith
Features tangled rootstock seedlings,
From nostrils, ears, mouth and nose
Pour saplings eager, ever probing
Sticks coil tearing symmetry
A mighty oak the trunk, the heart a mass
Of twisting knots and burled bark
That cloaks the whole in musty drought
The face a pinion for the throng
Oh, what horror, they are overcome
For a grove springs forth from every hole
And what was human now presents
A moustache of leaves and beard stained green
Eyes framed of roots, ears pierced with boughs
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