Toothpicks
Posted by Jessica Frohman (naturegirl@hotpop.com)Growling, grinding machines raze The calm forest’s heart.
Smog clogs the unpolluted air,
Men yell orders:
Back, Forth Trees tumble:
Left, Right.Rain begins to shower the Earth.
Men leave their murderous taskFor now: abandoning the scarred Earth In fear of nature’s wet wrath:
Forcing it to bleed into streamsWashing away nutrients.
Splinters of two thousand-year-old Sequoia Silently float down stream.Men return After the cleansing downpour, And to no availTirelessly complete their drudgery.
Taking away historyFallen links to the pastBefore the birth of ChristPrior to man:
A barren battlefieldOf peaceful opponents.Voiceless trees stand in fearTheir size solely an obstacle To man’s tremendous blade:
Loud, nondiscriminatory chain saws.All must shout above the growling, grinding machinesIn praise of these gentle Goliaths. They can not become casualty:
finding themselves in a box of toothpicks,
A pack of loose leaf.
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