John Allen Poet I do not know?

The Very Last Tree

a relic among the towering rods 
of industrial steel and iron shod 
it weeps forever in the dying day 
for the lost abandoned way 
twilight gives no warmth 
no ray of sunlight pierces the north 
clouds of inky black sin 
was the gift born from Men 
Its brothers and fathers have all fell 
and no one cares to hear the story it can tell 
it just stands there atop the hill 
for an ax to make the kill 
so lonely there on its deathbed perch 
it wonders if this is what it has found at the end of its search: 
To all whom a forgotten life has led 
that they have always already been dead 
No one cares or hears its cry 
underneath this scorched umbrella sky 
it was once life itself to these things 
but industry's tool is all that sings 
only one question asks this last lonely tree 
"Why have you all deserted me?"

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