A poem for the title 'The tree of deceit' that is in ' The Image of abstraction' form.
|The tree of deceit
Its roots are angels of quietus in the soil,
Sucking out water and life. Its trunk is tall,
Thick luring unwary climbers to an evil drift.
Its leaves spreading out to a vile and fiery port
Master and victim are both curt slayed by deceit.