Poetry: After the Revolution…
In the not too distant future…
In cover of night nocturnal ones
Steal our every last scrap of barren ground
Always more tree seedlings everywhere…
And no sooner do we clear ground for our own warm sun
That they show up again!
An age old war of ax and leaf once almost won by us
Has taken a turn for the worse! And now no matter how hard we try
All our axes and all our saws keep disappearing
Reappearing as fresh young determined trees
Now an almost lost civilization is terrorized by sunsets
Because it’s when the treeplanter’s awaken from slumber
When we take cover, when we hide from their terrorisms,
From their destroying of our once profitable way of life?
The war we’d never thought we’d lose has buried
Our dreams in a grave of green… So many tree bombs they drop on us…
How many more tree bombs will they throw at us?
Centuries of over-redundant unending saplings of truth
Digging in an defending their foxhole
For centuries successfully defending themselves from our
Now nearly lost and demoralized armies
And we once nearly conquered them all… Since then so many of our people
Have been lost to their treeplanting relentlessness. So much feeding them has been lost
To their determination to fight us… even though they themselves
Threaten their very own ability to breathe and grow leaves… Imagine!
Who really are these trees?
By DeaneTR
5/3/09
I really like this Deane – thanks
dig it.. naming the unnanamable. clever tactic….
POEM: RE: diwja
In A Time
—In a time
before or past
where once roamed
giant creatures scales
and skin of leather and feather
trees made room
under the cover of green
and little ones
pushed through
the leaves and needles
growing
so many giant trunks
strong and heavy earth
bound…breathing…beings
cleansing
the air
strange fantastical
beings mythical
in nature
an unknown species
fell from the sky forever blue
a mind of their
own making… multiplied
shrinking, chopping, sawing
rivers adorned with
floating logs rapids and frothy
waters
a medium of exchange and
barter
gold-like and stamped
with their own blood
overtook them
desires and envy gluttony
power and thievery
thuggishness
energy energized growing
ever larger
the air
grew less dense
with oxygen
strangling giant creatures
leaves and voles canopies
covering civilizations
before and after
future-past
the beginning coming again
and beings of excess
outwitted their very own wit
their keen perception and cleverly apt expressions
and their connections between their ideas
that awakened amusement and pleasure
failed.
diwja © 2009