I broke my left collarbone at age ten
Yet my heart had been already broken
By a tree I fell in love with in June
The year before only to see her gone
To become lifeless chiselled shelves of wood
...
I cried for Saturn even more than I
Did for Jupiter my first plant life love
My parents did not such love understand
How could they being humans above all
I remember pledging my allegiance
To all trees and their little friends below
...
So we can move away and run like dogs
Trees are loyal to the ground they live on
They enrich the soil with their cries for help
We speak of trees falling in the forest
And count our dead in our wars of conquest
What did their tree majesty do to us
That we made all trees our fodder express
...
I hereby declare that God is a tree
And that we have killed God before Nietzsche
He already knew about our plant crimes
Crying for them all in the asylum
Remembering Zarathustra speaking
About God being dead wooden carvings
...
Did I digress too much for your tree taste
Did I forget your beds and closet space
Lest we forget your wooden spoons and noons
Carving wood as if it was just plastic
When it had been their flesh and bones and blood
...
These words made me shiver, especially the last five paragraphs. When a tree falls in the forest, I want to scream all the way to Jupiter and Saturn. Come on, Zeus! Where have you been hiding all these years? Did you kill trees too?
About the Creator
Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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