Toothpicks
Posted by Jessica Frohman
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 task For now: abandoning the scarred Earth In fear of nature’s wet wrath:
Forcing it to bleed into streams Washing away nutrients.
Splinters of two thousand-year-old Sequoia Silently float down stream.Men return After the cleansing downpour, And to no avail Tirelessly complete their drudgery.
Taking away history Fallen links to the past Before the birth of Christ Prior to man:
A barren battlefield Of peaceful opponents.Voiceless trees stand in fear heir size solely an obstacle To man’s tremendous blade:
Loud, nondiscriminatory chain saws.All must shout above the growling, grinding machines In 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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