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Rated: E · Poetry · Nature · #2204996
The progress of man at the trees’ expense.
“You sound like a broken Rush record, Wilson!”
“Oh, do I?  I don’t mean to.  Wherein the trees
are being cut down more rapidly these days…
I guess I can’t help but sing Rush’s song, The Trees,
especially the part where they’re kept equal
by hatchet, ax and saw.  Call me sarcastic.”

“No, I will not—I think you’re one smart cookie,
in that you see progress at nature’s expense.”
“It breaks my heart as well, so many trees hewn!”

So, is this the daylight of humanity,
or an era of dusk ere enduring dark?
Are we in permanent waves, subdivided
by the need to expand, to make the world rich?
What cost the environment pays for asphalt,
for condos, a Sam’s Club, more Dunkin’ Donuts.
Like a creeping paralysis wounding green,
the wildlife, the dens for deer, bird’s nests…
incessant encroachment will not take its rest
but rather spreads like so much suffocation,
blotting out the life of sun, and without trees
less oxygen to serve the lungs of we folk…

No more is Earth an isolated play yard;
what happens on the other side concerning.
Woodland annihilation affects us all.
Yet the trees have not an exit for escape,
no, not even an emergency exit.

26 Lines
Writer’s Cramp Winner

—a broken Rush record
—one smart cookie
—emergency exit

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