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The tree has fallen in the middle of the yard,   cracked to quarters during last night’s storm   which played its elegy then left in a rush   The angry lover flips land on its back,   leaves the earth a stripped and stained mattress   Rain has reduced a crab nestled by broken bark   to a small shell rotting in the midday heat   Children gawp at its glistening armour,   imagine its claws break men like molluscs,   then piece its home together, splint by splint   A gardener finally announces its condition   to stop them photographing the battered form   anyone could have mistaken to be sleeping