the assassination of a tree

18 Dec

i wasn’t there to see the
branches being stuffed into the wood chipper machine
and hear that electric swoosh sound,
but I walked by the remaining stumps every day and
it was very strange and beautiful
because plants or maybe the beginnings of new trees
sprang up and out of those not really dead stumps
like a wild green fountain of

creation can’t stop
anonymous reincarnations.
the stumps are lined up on a thin patch of grass,
roughly 20 feet apart and
on a slope that overlooks a shopping mall,
it’s where people come and walk their dogs and
where dogs relieve themselves,
but i think it’s more than fertilizer doing the magic.
it’s the love people shower on dogs.


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