Pushed back, the few stragglers that remain stand or lean, repeating their names and serial numbers. Know they have them now. That they are in the system. Maybe if they assume the position and ID, ID, ID, maybe, just maybe, humans will realize what they are for and throw down their weapons. Start with the yellow, tank-like monsters flown with Teamsters for millions up from Texas to rip, tear, mash, spit out their guts. Their voices long grown weak from the strain and the poison air. Water, soil, space. But listen close. Still a chance to hear, "Red Cedar." "Blackjack Oak." "Loblolly Pine." "White dogwood." "Tree formerly known as Chestnut." "Sweetgum, Suh!" "Hickory good enough for Daddy." "Call me Cherrybark." "OAK, yesSUH" "Once we commanded acres," one rasps far back. Despite the risks, laid out spreads heavy on berries so legions could live. Our shade saved your skin, yesSUH!". "Semper shelter!" "Remember Siouan tribes (Sugaree? Wateree? Waxhaw?) ringed the friends they knew us to be with rocks round and moon white to honor and mollify Spirits imbuing life in every leaf and twig. Rocks ring to this day, Suh. Spirits are practiced at subduing rage. Believe the best strategy is to channel it instead. Perhaps our enemies will take heart and say No to assassins. We are weary, it is true . But put your ear to the ground, there's a rumble. Echo is shaking foundations continents away. Satellites reveal cracks in all directions. Reports of feeling us root under complexes in search of hidden room. Meantime, Wind goes right on raping. Why? Aren't enough of us to divert it. At least slow. "Suh!" "White Ash reporting, SUH!"
To me trees are our neighbors and friends. This is a gem Pea! It covers much more than the tree, but as for the forests it is a sign of the times and sadly I doubt anyone will do anything about the depletion of them. Man has destined himself for extinction!Great write!
Your words echo through the forests which are fast disappearing...powerfully penned message to wise up or else. Thank you for this thought provoking write. Well done!
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Your words echo through the forests which are fast disappearing...powerfully penned message to wise up or else. Thank you for this thought provoking write. Well done!
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
there's a rumble. Echo is shaking foundations
continents away."
These lines alone speak volumes. This poem is about the loss of forest, yes, but about oh, so much more. Thank you for this.
Kathy