A poem for Twelfth Night

[Achebe]

Sad Tree
 
Your sparkly baubles dangle,  
Sad droopy tree, ... shades of Keats's 'In drear nighted December, too happy happy tree'? like the allusion, whether intended or not
Your star is staring down,
On a needle sea.
 
On a naked new year’s day,. why is the new year's day naked? 
We strip you bare,
Though maids still milk, ...can't see how maids milking is connected to anything in the poem.
We do not care. ...see above
 
We drag you, ...you are getting into the tree's demise too soon...see below
Through corridors,
Down stairs,
Bump after thud,
Disfigured.

To leave you,
Forgotten, ...I have not invested enough emotion into the tree to empathise with it. It is not familiar enough to me. I will not miss it. Its being forgotten doesn't make a difference to me. As a reader, you're losing me at this point.
Undistinguishable,..weak abstraction 
And entangled,
In a pile of sad trees. ..nice

nice idea overall. but yeah, the tree dies too soon in the poem.