Samuel Lee Poet Elegiac Lyric

All Through the Woods

All through the woods there is the sound 
Of the endless hacking of the trees. 
The stumps like graves of all the felled 
Their corpses rotting in the empty fields 
Waiting to be pulled away to turn into paper 
Like that which upon this poem is penned 
And there in the field remains the stump 
And the dead grass upon which the dead tree had lain. 
Her ghost still perseveres in perverse pain. 
To the skies and stars she screams her prayers. 
The growing desolation. The unstoppable desert. 
As leaves turn to dirt and dirt into sand.

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