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Severed Forest

Christmas is over
one 
by 
one
the severed forest 
is dragged to the curb
a plastic Christ is covered 
in frost of the soon forgotten
another reason for winter birds not to chirp.

Over the weekend 
the city has culled the herd
middle east oil is starting to boil again
another season-another war...
one heart strums a golden harp 
the other pours heavy metal
on the Bedouins of the soul.

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Panagiota Romios

Date: 1/5/2020 2:41:00 PM

Hey come on down to California! The insistence on keeping trees as if they are gods is bunk! Because of overgrowth here and lack of water....instant tinder box! Homes, animals and lives destroyed. You know that. I don't know about Illinois and trees. Hell, babies are killed each day, people in The Hood are slaughtered..... Trees? trees? Anything is valued over human life or one another. Look at the paltry amount of replies to many poets. Sad! PR

Anthony Biaanco
Date: 1/5/2020 5:19:00 PM

Hi Panagiota-trees give us oxygen-without them everybody dies- we should have a little more respect to things that give us life

Lin Lane

Date: 1/5/2020 10:21:00 AM

Your description of a severed forest is unfortunately indicative of trees cut down for human enjoyment for what? A month? Years of growing only to be discarded at curbside or in a dumpster. It's tragic to me, especially since we are well aware of the importance of trees. Yes, we were made in His image, but the free will allowed us is misused by far too many. I appreciate each line of your write, Anthony.