Nothing new, Crito, said Socrates,
just what I am always telling you—
wild cherry, box elder, crab apple,
the red bud is a nitrogen fixer,
after these beautiful flowers,
they will make seed pods, see,
there’s poison hemlock, the same
Socrates took from the poison officer,
drink the poison, government orders,
oxalis, winged elm, it’s called that
because of its flattened branches,
sassafras, red oak, post oak,
muscadine twisted across the path,
vines, twined into the water oak.
Someone had better bring in the poison.
Burr oak with catkins
which are legumes. I am told
that one should make one's end
in a tranquil frame of mind.
Plato: Socrates’ Death, (Phaedo - 115b-118b)