The Saw’s Lament

Perhaps come winter they will appear
Break through the frozen ground
With hope and new vigor
Perhaps the last remaining stand
In a grove where once
Their colleagues soldiered side by side
Reaching upwards towards the sky
Light-winged friends
And good fortune
Perched within their guard
Will save that place beside themselves
For one new life to start
Perhaps the sound of chain and blade
Will dampen in the wake
Of trembling earth and silence shattered
Of homeless families scattered
Who watched them split and sawed to dust
Perhaps the earth will not detect
One, or two, or three more gone
Nor the warmth be blamed upon
The one last tree that I cut down

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