a misunderstanding

it most likely wasn't
the hue of the tree
which inspired these
strange, angry people
with most pristine hoods
to take me to their mountain
(which, I know even now
was at most a hill
that grass never claimed,
an enormous boulder
beyond Sisyphus' reach)

and bring bat and boot
to my body to make
into a decoration
they then would let roll
down their misnamed rock
and affix to their truck
to strip me of my skin
which they had bruised black
so that i could now match
the very colour they had
ascribed to me

when i was striving to
perform that simple act
which my doctor had said
would be great for my knees
and my back and my feet
and my mind and thus head,
all of which now felt so
foreign to me
bent at awkward angles
i never had guessed
you could find on a person
let alone my own self

who they adorned with a necklace
looped once around tree
whose limbs were much stronger
than mine, i would find,
but knew not how support
my frail and snapped neck.